Judge — March 25, 1916 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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you, with your perspicacity and ability, do not see the possibilities inthis is because you have not had sufficient time to study the matter. Allow me to elucidate, sir. Casting another surreptitious look at the con- ductor, who was still growling at the memory of his verbal passage with the coal-man, Mr. Rin- kle lifted his right hand and pointed his finger directly at the ruddy nose of his white-whiskered companion. & “This girl, Viola Smith,” said Mr. Rinkle “is possessed of a marvelous power. By merely autographing a bill, she can cause it a to return to her again and again. It says so right here in the paper. Suppose that we loaned her some money, and got her to auto- graph it for us. Do you see no !” replied the white-whiskered gentleman, whose jaw had begun to sag weakly against his black pearl stickpin. Mr. Rinkle dropped his fist. sharply on the old gentleman's gloved hand. The twenty-five cent piece which he was holding fell to the floor with a musical tinkle. Mr. Rinkle instantly picked it up and tapped it impressively against the old gentleman's knee. “Don’t you e,” said he, “that if we should pay this Viola Smith enough money to come on here and work for us, we could get her to autograph a thousand ten dollar bills for us. We could go out and spend them, and in a short time they would come back to Viola Smith. Then she would turn them over to us, and we could go out and spend them again. When they came back to Viola, she would give them to us once more, and we could ——" “Fares, please!” remarked the con- ductor, who had entirely recovered from his altercation with the coalman. Mr. Rinkle handed him the quarter which he had picked up, and then turned sharply to its original owner. “Do you want to come in on this with me?” he asked briskly. “You furnish the bills, and I'll get Viola.” 4m impressivel. st “Wha-wha-wha-wha,” muddled look. “Well, here’s my stop. Rinkle in a pitying tone the conductor was holding out to him, hurrie of the car, and disappeared. said the conductor to the expostulated the old gentleman with a You'll be sorry some day,” said Mr He thereupon took the twenty cents which to the rear platform white-whiskered gentleman The old gentleman spluttered wildly. quarter,” he stammered, pointing toward the rear platform. “Come on! Come on!” growled the conductor. “Whadda yul: think this is? A kindergarten? Dig up a nickel, will yuh?” And with a heavy sigh, the white whiskered old gentleman dug. K. L. Roberts “ He-he-he-he-quarter- Ain't It Queer? AY, on the level, ain't it queer ‘The way a feller’s luck will run? J never met a girl in spring Who: ise all summi Wt Through would sing. Il exceeding dear I the year; I never loved a single one Who didn’t mean, “1 flirt for fun. Vet lamp this fact: When Christmas cold Brings thoughts of gifts to chief or chur}, Religiously I have to reck ‘The writing out of some sized cheque Or scattering of green or gold are sold Prue, Where gaud Peart ¢, Chloe Oh, to the Will some one some day make me wise? Why should a maiden turn me down With saucy scowl! or fussy frown Til Chy es? Why then not mind My rapture kind? ‘There's greater mystery than lies ways of womankind Beneath the surfac her eyes! Jesse G. Clare. A Deduction The continued devotion Con- gress to Pork, and its indifference to Preparedness, would scem to indicate that the Pig Pen too is mightier than the sword. ft eee comicbooks.com