Judge — July 24, 1915 — page 22: what you’re looking at

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“The Ranger & the Woman”, a new six-part serial by Ham- linGarland, will begin in the July twenty- fourth number of Collier’s. Itis a thrilling story of the West of to-day; highly romantic, yet as real as rain. Hamlin Garland has never written amore stirring tale than this one— mystery, tragedy, romance—and the readers of Collier’s have a treat in store for them this summer. @ Dar Colliers 66 Wetiasd Sia, Was Vek lp THE MODERN WOMAy Three Maids and Their Methods By TERRILL LOVE HOLLIDAY FD SREE females fared forth from a finishing school. At the fork . ‘ q the road they paused to say farewell. Knowing that good. whether for a lifetime or for a day, cannot be said in an hour, the maids spread their traveling rugs beneath a wayside tree and opened fresh case of chocolates. . “We, of course,"’ began Nadine, the truthful, ‘‘have no gentin, polish; our alma mater doesn’t go in for that. The best of Which can boast is a tin-pot burnish."’ ‘Speak for yourself,’’ pouted Priscilla, who loved to Pretend. “but don’t call me a ‘shine.’ : “We were not fitted to earn a living,’* baldly continued Nadine. “‘nor prepared to be wives and mothers, but only to catch men." *‘Now that we are face to face with the proposition,” Tamentes timid Therese, ‘‘it seems to me that we were not even well trained f that. How shall we go about it?’’ ‘She who waits for Opportunity to ring gets too stiff to answer ty door,’’ opined Nadine. ‘‘I shall go after mine with a lasso and, landing net."" “I shall locate my game before buying ammunition," assert Priscilla. ‘*Brain pellets would glance off a bonehead, and it would useless to shoot a dyspep- tic in the stomach. The high score is made by the girl who knows her target.’” “The principal in- gredient in our glossy fin- ish is glucose syrup,’’ thoughtfully remarked Therese. ‘‘I shall just stick around, like a little flypaper. All men come to her who waits, if only to see why she waits in- stead of hustling as other girls do.”” . . . . . Father Time had ticked off ten years when the trio were again thrown together. “‘What did your net net you?’’ asked Therese, after businesd planting kisses where complexions were thinnest. ‘‘Or, if you dat care to name the net, give us the gross and we'll figure it out i ourselves."” “I landed four,’’ related Nadine. ‘‘But I threw them back—wht was left of them after I had lunched. It isn’t a fish dinner thatiz spires the true angler; she fishes for love of the sport. Did youhm any trouble finding the right kind of ammunition?"’ “A little, when I took the needless trouble of hunting up a difie- ent sort for each man. But I soon discovered a universal dumdum th would knock over any of them."” ‘*What was it?'’ cried Therese and Nadine in one breath. ‘Forty grains of flattery, fired into their bump of conceit witht blunderbuss,’’ dryly answered Priss. “*A blunderbuss?’’ Nadine lifted her eyebrows. ‘‘Isn’t tt rather rough for men of our class?’’ Priscilla laughed. “The fine-haired boys stand for the coarsest work. It’s a novell to them, whereas they’re used to the gumshoe girls.”” Then she sight “Bagging them is easy, but there’s always been a hole in my gametip They get away, somehow. I've scarcely a feather to show for te killings I’ve made.’” “*How about you, Sly Puss? Did the waiting pay?’’ Therese smiled. “‘I did have to wait along time. But, despite the swatting @ paigns, every little sugarlump will have a fly that’s all her own. a hers sticks!’ KEEPING OUT THE LIGHT Can’ Your This weal thin; pine’ RO