Judge — February 12, 1916 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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After-Thoughts little bonds—of I NVEST a money in friendship. When business gets bad, go hunting— new business. Give every man a square deal—and a woman more, Go to church next Sunday—every week. Don't fire the office boy for whistling—learn to whistle. Be kind to the dumb—not dumb to the kind. Forget your troubles—by remembering your blessings. Smile with everyone—and never at any- one. Believe every man innocent—until he is proven innocent. Be game—but not everybody's. Lift the fallen—and catch the falling. —Douglas Malloch. Egg View Notes A EXTRA large and appreciative crowd went last night to the opening performance of a free high- grade medical troop of theatrical stars, upstairs over the lockup. After the show let out, Bill Waite, our grocer, came away from the building, looking quite sick. Sherm Spoor is bu entertaining a distant, big- city cousin who does a lot of walking in his sleep. Sherm got curious the other day and: asked him how he ever started the habit; so the visitor said he got it from a room-mate who snored. Forone reason, or another, a mysterious automobile drove by the residence of Lem Bushnell, our marshal, several times in the pitch dark very early Sunday morning, and woke Lem up. He don’t know if he'd better strongly suspicion Corny Paine immediately, or not, as he claims that Corny’s ON THE FIRING LINE second-hand Pollywog machine makes different kind of noise every time it's put into motion, and he might have an awful job trying to prove anything. More than a little excitement took place in the road directly in front of Morg Quidd’s blacksmith shop, late Tuesday afternoon, when Chet Lumley accidentally tripped over a root, or something, and quickly fell very flat, barely a rod ahead of Corny Paine, who was rushing along at a terrible rate of speed in his second-hand Pollywog automobile. With the usual eagerness of a Lumley to publicly display wonderful presence of mind, Chet immedi- ately thought he’d roll over several times, to clear the track and save Corny a three- days’ job of getting his machine to going again. —Leslie Van Every. Evidence Crusoe saw the footprint. “Tt is evidently Friday,” he deducted, “pay day would be here with both feet.” Ns Fd No Slightest Thing iN I said, “Lady, breathe the word And every slightest thing you crave I'll give to you ere Time has stirred ""— When this I whispered, did I rave As like a very maniac (Except as one who's bugged with love)? Task you did 1? You can bak Your pile I was a cooing dove. I bought you trifles by the score, Hairpins and gewgaws by the ton; Enough, in fact, to stock a store, Nor grumbled as you burned my mon; You cannot say I whined a bit; Your slightest wish became my joy To grant. You loved me, u'll admit, For wasn’t I your honey boy? These small things bought, you breathed a want For—Well, no wonder men get mad; No wonder husbands cry “Avaunt!” When wives approach. It makes me sad To think you misconstrued my phras: I told you, dear, “the slightest thing”; But I'll not be the fool who p: For “back to Nature” in the Spring. —A. Walter Utting. comicbooks.com