Judge — August 7, 1915 — page 11: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

a ———__ Ne oo + “John Smith, you leave me up here in the rain and lie there comfortably sheltered under the car—and yet you pretend to love me!” Y ALL odds the most interesting thing in sight along human lines is the sum- mer girl. She is still busy at the various old stands in the hills and by the sea, the perfect pic- ture of pulchritude, the masterpiece of the graces and the blooming center of health, happiness and cheer. It is somewhat the cus- “ tom nowadays to treat her jocosely, as if she were noth- ing more than a frivolous combination of frills, fallals, dainty dimities and twinkling toes. Some crabbed souls even look upon her askance because of her historically compliant attitude toward matrimonial Propositions, the which involve her in a series of collaterally running engagements, for the rings whereof she does not begin to have finger space; but for ourselves we are disposed to view her with no critic eye, preferring to rank with those more perfect judges of whom Pope has said that they Will read each work of wit With the same spirit that its author writ; ey the whole, nor seek slight faults to in Where nature moves and rapture warms the mind, : What if she does prefer to babble on of inconsequential things rather than converse HOU AS TO THE SUMMER GIRL | By JOHN KENDRICK BANGS a} Oia upon cosmic relations, the origin of the Hottentots or the scientific possibilities of intensive bean culture in an irrigated Sa- hara? With the thermometer at ninety- eight degrees by day, and a silver moon shining sweetly down from the heavens by night, who would waste a moment's time upon such absymal discussions as these? And again, suppose she does show a lean- ing toward terpsichorean pleasures in pref- erence to those offered by Clio and the frowning Malpomene, does she not thereby contribute more to the joy of all beholders? We fancy yes. And insofar as her mani- fold matrimonial engagements are con- cerned, when we see her in all her regal grace entering a ballroom or a drawing- room, or majestically plunging headfirst into the cool green depths of the cresting wave, with her pinky digits corrugating, and coruscating with as many golden cir- clets as her fingers will hold, with a score of others strung necklace-wise about her snowy throat, we cannot but reflect how Her fiancé (first appearance) —What's the matter, dear! Don't you know me? His fiancée—Ob, Jack! I was afraid it was you. : comicbooks.com