Judge — March 25, 1916 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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Colonel Shutar—This is the sergeants’ mess. THE RETURNING MONEY M*: CORIOLANUS RINKLE en- tered the trolley car briskly, glanced at the conductor out of the corner of his eye, and noted that he was engrossed in an attempt to compete verbally with the driver of a coal-team, the rea wheel of which h most been removed by the trolley car. Mr. Rin- klcimmediatelydropped unobtrusively intoa seat by the side of a plump, white-whiskered gentle- man who was clutching a twenty-five cent picce between his neatly-gloved fingers. “How do you do,” remarked Mr. Rin- kle with an ingratiating smile, as he gazed masterfully at the black pearl pin in the old gentleman’s ascot tic, and fumbled in his vest pocket with a prehensile forefinger, “How do you do! [just ran across some- thing in the papers that should be of great interest to you. Now, where did I put that “Really,” interrupted the white-whis- kered gentleman coldly, “I cannot r having the pleasure of your acquaintance Mr. Rinkle waved a somewhat soiled hand at him amicably. “Don't mention it, my dear sir,”” he cried, “I know just how it is!’ As our interests grow lar- Z , our memory for petty de- ails grows weaker. Big things occupy our minds. Ah! Here it is! Listen to this, my ¢ sir!” = Thereupon Mr. kle lowered his voice mys- teriously and read from a frayed newspaper clipping: More than a year ago Viola Smith autographed a dollar bill in Los Angeles and spent it. Since then the bill has come back to her many times from various parts of the country.’ “Do you sce?” queried Mr Rinkle eagerly, shooting a hasty glance at the conductor and fin- gering the buttons on the coat- sleeve of the white-whiskeres gentleman. “Do you the tremendous possibilities in this?” “No-whoa!” murmyred the white-whiskered gentleman in a dazed and goat-like voice. )-0-0-0h-woe My dear sir!” exclaimed Lucille—Oh, colonel, how can you call it that? I think it looks quite tidy. Mr. Rinkle, starting back in pained sur- rise, and then cuddling up to his new- end again, “the only reason that found fri PREPAREDNESS Mistress (to new cook) —What are all those tools for > New cook—This is me scraper fer scrapin’ off the toast I usually This is me cement fer mendin’ all the dishes I crack, an’ this is to clean out the gas-stove burners after all the stews boil over. burn in the mornings. comicbooks.com