Judge — May 8, 1915 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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GS ee CO | From a Sinner’s Diary ORIST—One who never gets humored. Desert—Too much sunshine. Crazy—Any one believing differently. Prophet—One you can’t honor when you know. Artistic—Fixed the way you have to instead of the way you want to. Cat—The beginning of a panther. Anold maid bringing up a young one on a magazine page and a really-been-through-the-furnace mother tackling one face to face are two separate and distinct institutions, Wanting coffee and being obliged to take water is like wanting some people and being obliged, etc. Ma Grumppe: ‘‘I didn’t stop to pick the hair out of this canned Pa G.: ‘If you didn’t put any in, we can stand it.’” Take the family and stay three weeks, then write back home they’re in limited circumstances. Oh, all you preachers! What a stir you could make if some of you would go at it and practice! I know a woman you may not notice the first few times, but sooner or later you’re bound to; and she unfolds and gathers you in till you know you've found another you can never get away from and don’t want to. Eggs have been down to fifteen cents, but they’ve jumped three cackles. Somebody probably ‘‘sat’’ a hen and caused a flurry by fewer being turned on the market. I know a woman whose cartridges are not blank, but she fires ‘em at blank targets. You need not worry when she threatens, neither need you feel cheered when she promises. She goes after it, yet she never comes back with it. She doesn’t care what you do so long as it’s some- thing you don’t want to do. Once she suspicions what that is, there’s no peace till you're in the midst of it. Thermometer 28, but nothing else is that warm. I’m 4 below. My fire won't go. Never tell a woman her waist tail is out. She likes best the ones who never notice the three-inch lattice work of corset string. Wild-geese cries make me feel like the ‘Burial of Moses''—‘‘ And no man built that sepulcher.’’ Last night I played for adance. I wore my pinon crash decoco- maniaed with miniature battle axes. The nearest way is a mile through a crossroad that is not open to traffic in snowberg time. I went that way, but I don’t think I could get through in the daytime. I went downstairs about ten. I'd been awake quite awhile, but I waited as long as I could, to dodge all the work I could. Little sister stood there demurely, with her arms folded flourly, looking neither to the right nor left, waiting for me to brag on her table full of cookies she’d just baked. And I started right in on the first end of it before I had the tail end thought up—like the man who fiddled neither by ear nor note, but by main strength. Yesterday I saw crape on a door that I hated most desperately to see. ‘‘She married a man unlearned and poor, and many children played round her door.’’ Brought up by a rich aunt—I tell the tale as ‘twas told to me—she came out here visiting, so young! ‘tin love with ive,"” and when she came to her senses found herself married toa dark, common peasant, and put in the rest of her life mothering dark young ones. I like ‘em dark, you know, but not so dark the sights in their eyes are no blacker than what surrounds. So I've always seen this fair, dainty, lady mother in the midst of her dark brood, and loved her, queerly, regretfully, wishing I could ‘‘roll the stone from the mouth away."’ And she always hurried to the window and smiled and waved, asif she knew and was willing. And after they were grown up, and she was all out of practice, with the cradles and high chairs stored or given away, she had another! Someway I'd gotten the notion this one was blue-eyed and fair; but I saw it, and it’s as black as the rest. It seems as though it must have been a disappointment—that at this last trial she couldn't have had one that was fair. And yesterday crape hung on her door. Fearing, I asked at the Rext house. It was for her. And so I came home the other way. I could not bear to see, again, all their crying faces.—Lynette Freemire. com. What They Said “You're familiar with the Bible; what did the foolish virgins say?’” “What's trumps?’’ Making It Easy When in doubt about YOUR car—when choosing seems so difficult and the merits of one make-after-another is over shadowed by~ features that don’t appeal to you— just remember there are THREE REGALS supply-- ing pretty~ nearly~ every~ known motor-need. No matter which one you select, it will have all those sturdy-, enduring REGAL qualities which have been developed in our eight years of car- building. Sort of simplifies things, doesn’t it? Here they~ are: A LIGHT “FOUR” 106 iach wheelbase $ 650 A STANDARD “FOUR” . A“V” TYPE “EIGHT”... passenger capacity—fully equipped, including electric rter—have crown fenders, demountable rims and one- 4 for literature and name of nearest 6250 Piquette Ave, DETROIT, MICH. comicbooks.com