Judge — August 28, 1915 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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5 REASONS FOR SUPERIORITY No.1—DISTILLATION Distilled from the choicest selected ma- terials under the most sclentific and sanitary conditions. BLACK & WHITE Scotch Whisky ABSOLUTELY PURE SHAW) The Highest Standard of Quality IN THE September Century September Century) KIPLING “Mary Postgate” HIS is a war story. Rudyard Kipling wrote it. N.C. Wyeth illustrated it. Both author and ar- tist are at their best in it. In its single chief figure Kipling has epit- omised the genius of a nation— his own nation. Using the mate- rials all too familiar through daily news reports, writing with the tense restraint and tremendous simplicity of Greek tragedy, he has created in Mary Postgate an unforgetable epic figure and thrown upon the Eng- lish character the splendid illumin- ation of his art at its highest. THE CENTURY sells out early every month. Bet- ter buy your September number ye IN THE September Century IN THE September Century How She Cashed Her Check By PHYLLIS WITHINGTON 66Q-)H, JUST a minute, Ruth. I want to stop in this bank ang acheck. It won't take me a minute. Dear me, all the dea seem occupied! No, here is one. Now, I will put these this and use the corner of the next one, where that man is. really are going to— Now, where did I put that check? tee it was in here with my cards. No, here is the sample for baby’s time table for the suburbans, hair pins, safety pins, and— cd itis! I remember, now, I put it in this clean handkerchief, a 5 surely remember— Well, I know you will enjoy— **Dear me, I can’t remember where to indorse it! ‘You know, | never cashed a check before. John always does it. Of course! Wrig my name on the back at the same end John did. Where is a decent pen? These points are all broken! Would you mind giving Me one from the other desk? Oh, my, no! No one will want it, as my pact. ages are on that desk. Now, I will be— Do you know, 1 never cong write with my gloves on? I presume because my fingers are 80 Slender. What! You can’t, either? “Yes, as we were saying, we must go and see if— Now, I wig just run over to that window, where no one is, and get my money, What! My bag is open? Thanks! I am so careless about Tittle things. “*Good afternoon! Will you give me some money, pledse? Here is my check, so I know you won’t refuse. What! You are the receip. ing teller? Well, what difference does that make? Go to the paying teller? Why, look at the long line waiting at his window! I cat possibly! Come, now! I am on my way to a matinee, and you ham so much money here, please, just as a favor to— You're in a huny? Well, soamI. It seems very strange, so long as it is the first time] have asked you—— “‘Come, Ruth. Are you the paying teller? No, madam. Ia. pect to go to the end of the line, but I wanted to be sure it was the right line. Come down here and visit with me, Ruth. These people spend so much time talking to that cashier. Let's see. We will aw nearly a half hour before the matinee. Shall we try and match the lace for my new evening gown? **Good-afternoon, Mr. Cashier! ,I have been waiting so long » see you. You see, John—that is, Mr. Strand—gave me a check ad told me you would give me some money for it, so will you please hany, as my friend and I are on our way to the matinee? Of courselan Mrs. John Strand! Can't you read? I wrote it plainly enough. Wea't you, please— What! I must be identified? Ruth, come here ad tell this man who Iam. Why, Mr. Cashier, how did you guessny friend's name? She always comes here? Oh, I see! **How do I want my money? Why, I don’t know! What would you suggest? Any way will do, as long as you hurry. That isal right. Thank you so much! Wait, Ruth. I had better count it One, two, and five are ten—no, seven—which is it? What is it madam? Why, I am moving on as fast as possible! Now, Roth | will put this in the little pocket I never use, so I will be certain to member when I want it. Do you suppose any one saw and will follow to rob me? Come, let’s go. Oh, dear, my packages! I forgot! We will never have time to match that lace before the matinee! [ hate waste time in a bank, don’t you?"’ Passing Sentences 6@PHE PRESENT MILITARY SITUATION IN THE UNITED STATES,"’ by General Francis Vinton Greene. New Yet captured by the Germans! That is the picture General Greene paitt, not only for those who read this book, but for our country if it fais to provide adequate defense against foreign invasion. Which you rather do, help pay taxes for increasing our forces on land and sa or suffer from the burden of an indemnity of $5,000,000,000 i= posed by the foreign invaders? _Is it to be billions for tribute, but mt one cent for defense? é6sQTULTITIA."" Another book “picturing the dangers of foreigt invasion. The anonymous government official who is the provides his nightmare with an awakening. It gets too dark to hoe the beans and pertaters a whole lot soo than it does to play ball.