Judge — March 4, 1916 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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ter Tse the vere ight tory nati ron. telli- iend. oust “dey nce air en foh Stories with Smiles Where a Woman’s Time Goes—‘“ All right, then, Beatrice —or Maude, I I should say; I don’t know why I said ‘*Beatrice’—I don’t think you're anything like her, or her like you, for that matter—Maude, then—I’ll meet you at half-past eleven.” “All right. Don’t keep me waiting, because—" “No, Lwon’t. I'll be there right on time. Maybe a few minutes ahead of time. I'll go right from here, except to stop in at the butcher’s to get something for Bridget’s lunch. She doesn’t eat much, but 1 always like to have something for her. That won't take me a minute, so I'll be there on time, or maybe a little ahead. I'll just stop at the butcher’s for a moment, and tell him to send it. And I'll order the dinner, too, while I’m atit. I wish I knew what to order—I get so tired of steak, chops, chicken. lamb—same thing week after week—and Ben simply hates fish, though I know he orders it down town for lunch.” “Fred's like that, too.” h , I'll stop in at the butcher's and leave the order, though he'll robably forget to send it and I'll have to telephone for it when I get Fome—what?” “T say, why don’t you try Fletcher's?” “Oh, Schechter’s is all right—about as good as any of ’em, I guess. He gives me good cuts as a rule, and I think it’s more bother changing than putting up with the annoyances of the old ones. It doesn’t matter, anyway. Why, I've had an account at Blanck’s for ten years, and Wed: nesday—no, I guess it was Tuesday—no, Wednesday—well, anyway, it doesn’t matter—they sent a handkerchief home C.O. D. I gave that delivery boy a piece of my mind. 1 told him Ben had ‘had an account there for ten years and we always send a check by the 1oth of the 15th at the latest. And I told him he could just take the goods right back and tell Mr. Blanck that was a fine way to do business!” “That’s nothing. I had a worse thing happen—I paid cash and forgot to take a receipt at Blanck’s and the shoes came home C. O. D. and I wasn’t home and Gretchen naturally thought it was all right, so she paid it out of her own money, and, my dear, it was three months before I got it straightened out. They wrote (Fred a letter of apology.” “Well, goodbye, see you at 11:30. “Allright; goodbye. I'll be there. “All right. I may be a little early, but I'm gencrally right on the dot.” “All right, goodbye. Sce you at 11:13. “No, 11:30.” “Oh, I understood you to say 11:1 “No, I said ‘half.’” I right, 11:30.” . “Eleven-thirty. I'll be there on time.” “All right; goodbye.” “Goodbye. See you at 11:30."-—New York Tribune. More Than a Hit—He was a very shy young man. For two long ay he had been paying her attention and had not yet even squeezed her ind. One evening, as they lingered in the shadow of the trees by her gate, he asked timidly: “Florence, would you—might I—er—would you mind if I placed one reverent kiss on your fair hand tonight when I leave you?” Florence thought he wanted specding up. So she dropped her head his shoulders, lifted her face temptingly to his and replied: e, I should think it decidedly out of place."—Pittsburgh Preparedness—In one of the Southern States the colored people are great patrons of a matrimonial ncy. One colored man, anxious to find a wife for his son, went to this nt, who handed him his list of lady dients. Running through this, the man came upon his own wife’s name, entered as desirous of obtaining a husband between the ages of twenty- eight and thirty-five. Forgetting about his son, the darky hurried home to announce his tiscovery to his wife. She was not at all disturbed. “Yes,” she said, “I done give him my name. I puts it down when you was so sick in de Winter and de doctor says we must prepare for de worst." —Tid-Bits. Keeping Up Appearances—“How about some hair tonic?” Suggested the barber. “What for?” inquired’ Mr. Growcher. “So as to preserve your hair, of course.” “Let it fall out. I’m too old to be handsome, and my only hope of look- ing intellectual is to become bald-headed.”—Il ‘ashington Star. It is the liberal minded man of moderate habit to whom this coun- try owes its greatest debt. And so it is the moderate man whom we are proudest to have as a custo- mer for a remarkably mild and mellow Whiskey — Wilson — Real Wilson— That’s All! The Whiskey for which we invented the Non-Refillable Bottle FREE CLUB RECIPES—Free booklet of famous club recipes for mixed drinks. Address Wilson, 315 Fifth Ave. N. Y. That's All! AN UNUSUAL PRODUCTION CARAMELS Are the most carefully made of all confections. At certain times they will appeal to you more than heavy chocolates. At the show—nothing to soil the most delicate gown or hand covering. Most first-class shops are now offering them. NEW YORK RETAIL STORES: 30 West 34th Street Fifth Avenue and 42nd Street comicbooks.com