Judge — November 13, 1915 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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‘The dancer? She’s a sensation!” said Mrs. Dangler. “But you can’t get her. “Oh, yes you can,” put in Bellmore. “I sce she has canceled agement at the Melodrome. A row. Another dancer hap- pened to attract press attention. ‘The ego again, you sce!” “Just temperament,” said Mrs. Dangler. “This appeals to me. ['ll go up town this afternoon and arrange matters,” said Dangler. “If you want a show, leave it to me. So Mrs. Dangler got busy with special social invitations, and Dangler went to town. He never went near Sigmundi. His main for Mademoiselle Posey, whom he found and took to dinner. To him she was charming To her he was just another male person whose checks were equivalent to currency. “By the way,” said Dangler, “I'd like another attraction. Your judgment ought to be good. I'd thought of a singer, but “IT know a novelty. Professor Du Valle. Legerdemain.”* “Tsn’t that a little archaic? Even the theatres don’t have it any quest: wi more.” “Why, he’s a social lion. Over in Newport now. It’s his manner that goes. He stops at my hotel, and will be back to-morrow. Shall I see him?” “Bring him down with you. Didn't I say I relied on your judg- ment?” Professor Du Valle could have passed for Mephistopheles with very little makeup. In evening clothes he was as slick as the Devil himself. He arrived at Willowdale with Mademoiselle Posey. The company was larger than usual. Dangler took Mademoiselle Posey in to dinner, and Professor Du Valle squired Mrs, Dangler. On such occasions there are voices which rise for the common benefit, giving oppor- for confidential communication between those who Dangler was so confiden- She tunit have private matters to discuss. tial with the dancer that he grew red in the face. had put her color on beforehand. “This peculiar name—why did you take it?” Mrs. Dangler asked Professor Du Valle in a tone audible to him alone. “Tt fits my vocation,” he replied as carefully. “When I lost my money I went to Europe to finish the study of magic. ou will remember [ used to pursue it for amuse- ment. I didn’t care to cloud my name with something that smacks of buffoonery.” After dinner the Professor disclosed his art, and Ma- sey repeated her Melodrome success. Then \ few went by themselves demoiselle most of the for bridge. If a search had been instituted for Dangler and Ma- demoiselle Posey they could have been located outside, in an arbor, where he expatiated upon her beauty and her great art. In his enthusiasm he put an arm about her. h-h-h! Look!” she suddenly whispered, disengag- ing herself and pointing at a pergola. “What do you know about that?” Dangler looked. Professor Du Valle and Mrs. Dan- gler stood seemingly sensible only of each other. His arm was around her, and she was tense with emotion “Why—er—he—she’s—is he a hypnotist, toc “A hypnotist! Are you a fool?” “Wait a moment. We must—where are you going?” “Tm going to pull that woman’s hair!” And Madem- oisclle Posey started on a run, Tt turned out that the Professor was her husband ompany danced. Helping Out Mother Teacher—Why did the Lord make the seventh day? Bessie—Mother’d never get through if he hadn't. Mr. Speedleigh—Don't worry about my killing this fellow, old man. Reconciled W OBSERVE that our friend has a bad cold in his head, and of course we tell him exactly how to cure it, , From his pocket he takes a large memorandum book and en. ters our prescription on one of the final pages thereof. Then he snaps a rubber band about the book, sneezes and smiles happily. We observe to him that we are glad our instructions for a cure have made him so happy. “Ttisn’t that,” he says. “Since I got this cold I have Written down every sure cure recommended, and whenever the cold gets so bad I feel as though I couldn't stand it another day I read over all the cures and think how much better it is to have the cold than to endure all the remedies.” The Kind Customer—I can’t eat this steak Waiter—It must be all right. We had it approved by a govern- ment inspector only yesterday. Customer—Armor-plate expert, | suppose. A Good Guess “My doctor sized my pile up pretty accurately.” “How's that?” “He said I was as sound as a dollar, and that was all I had.” LSE 7 3 ASSURING I always ditch the car rather than hit a pedestrian.