Judge — September 11, 1915 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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S REASONS FOR SUPERIORITY No.2, DEVELOPMENT After ten long years In Sherry casks, under Government super- vision, the fully ma- tured, mellow BLACK & WHITE Scotch Whisky Is developed to perfection SHAW The Highest Standard Of Quality HOTEL CUMBERLAND (In the Center of Attraction) BROADWAY AT 54TH STREET, NEW YORK, N. Y. Near 50th Street Subway and S2rd Street Elevated MODERN FIREPROOF All outside rooms, Every room has private bath. Every Sathroom has outside window. Hardwood polished floors thruout. Oricatal Togs in every room. Most home- like and best hotel accommodations in New York. Rates Reasonable, $2.50 with bath, and up TEN MINUTES’ WALK TO 40 THEATRES Excellent Prices Restaurant Moderate Send for Booklet HARRY P. STIMSON (Formerly with Hotel Imperial) Oaly New York Hotel Window Screened Throoot into loud laughter and left the place, shaking their heads, “Another fat: they agreed. ‘Peckinpaugh and Wambsganss. There can bears in a civilized community.’ Taney “And back in her boudoir the trance medium merely shru Red ders and summoning her maid, asked her to take the $5 left at mittee and place it with the other money to be deposited that day, oe ““T wish,’ she said, ‘that I knew whether the Yankees wil) afternoon. I'd like to bet that money on them instead of bhi From a Sinner’s Diary KNEW a squaw once. She smelled just like she ought to—like shiny and jerked venison and herbs and roots and smoke, all mixed together in the top of the wigwam. It's wearisome offering epigrams to ones who never say anything only “How many eggs do you get?” wy) Why can’t husbands and wives be as decent as brothers and sister? I can work in seven or eight places at once, but I regret that they hare to be somewhere near together. Why croak forever on a bog no other frogs come near? I never thought the volcano was to blame because it wasn’t a And you can bet when the zephyr thistle-downed shudderingly over the oj sulphuric.crater that the volcano didn’t want to trade any worse than the zephyr did. Some people have been under glass domes so long they've forgcttes there’s any dust in the world. It’s a good thing to rattle ’em around a litt and show ’em things as they are. Brother claims he can’t sleep, but by the solos I hear him play be ms drowse a Little at times. Brother says he should think land boomers would get sick Of taiking: and he believes they would if they told their stories twice alike. 3 The poet and the peasant Sit underneath the rose. Will he change her to poetry?— Or she turn him to prose? Last summer in the old kerosene barrel tilted up under the Baléva apple tree, the north one that the José scale seems getting the bet d in spite of double spraying, a little Plymouth Rock hen hatched, amag others. She fell in the horse tracks in the meadow and_ sprained her kg same as the rest, helping to de-leg grasshoppers in the clover; she madebr toilet behind the broken red boat paddle a fisherman borrowed and broggt home that way; she drank from a tin tank and thought she was the bes looker when she saw herself mirrored, the same as you or I; she worked, tirel helping dig out fourteen of old Willard’s twenty bushel of spok and pecked as big holes in ’em as she could before she left ’em tose burn; she helped sce that neighbor Stevens re-re-replanted his cory; de dodged hawks back in the swamp hole under the cowslips and nettis and johnny-jump-ups; she made big plans under the pussy willows iate pig lot—same as the rest did; she was in the midst of the excitement, af absorbed her share, when her ma tipped over a salmon can of worms some body had all ready to go blue gilling and left a minute; she took ste dinner naps under the burdocks, and helped invert the asparagus and pie plant; she changed pardners and sashayed out and promenaded the leagh of the hall and balanced on the corner whenever the Cackle band played, she huddled low the night the old rat came from under the board pik a! took her little Leghorn brother—against most fetching protestations live with him; she debated and carried unanimously with all smal little hens and roosters; she sassed the autos from under the wit trees; she fell in a post hole and languished there through a show, being rescued at egg-gathering time chilled from spur to pinfeather, yep! every breath, too mad to eat any supper; whenever opportunity knode! to sit in the hammock she opened the door; all winter she stood 0 a foot in the snow, the other drawn up under her skirts for warm, watching the feed bin, acting no different, looking no different than be rest of her flock, her flock no different than a dozen others. But theabt } day there was a hurry-up call over the ’phone, and the answer at thised was, “No, but I will have.” And somebody went to the com ah shelled an ear, and when properly surrounded, grabbed. It fell tos little Plymouth Rock to go into the dressing room to be fitted for fig across the plains and over the desert. And to-day a message came that her bones rest in the Grand Co yon of the Colorado! —Lynette Freemite