Judge — August 12, 1916 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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A TRIUMPH OF ADVERTISING ART Suitable for the exploitation of motor-cars, men’s clothing, haberdashery, hosiery, corsets, cameras, and cigarettes. sport like you say, But I tell you even if it is dangerous, it sure looks beautiful. Last Saturd: near the evening when I was by the river with Minnie, I saw a couple canoeing. It looks like a regu- lar picktche. The sky was so soft and nice like Minnie’s eyes when she’s happy and dreaming. The water was playing around with little s like little chil- dren. Oncet in a while you could sce a small sail what looked like a beautiful white boid coming out of the water to play around a little bit. All over on all sides was trees and quietness. You could only hear the laughing of the two in the canoe. The goil’s laugh was like music and the sticks with what they were push- ing the water with made a sound like it was accompanying the goil on the piano.” " was that couple?” inquired nxiously. man I couldn't see, but the goil was Sadie Goldman.” “What! Sadie Goldman!” exclaimed Henry, flustered and surprised. Max— Max—Max, don’t count on me—to-mor- row morning—by pinocle—Ill be busy.” “Where? What? When?” demanded Markowitz, in astonishment. “T'll be busy by canocing—with Sadie Goldman—" replied Henry. “But Gott in Himmel, you sa dangerous!” shouted Markowitz. “1 don’t care,” mumbled Henry; “what is life without Sadie Goldman? y it’s so “But have you no feelin’s for Sadie ldman’s life?"” demanded Markowitz. Sadie Goldman? You don’t have to worry about Miss Goldman. She's a regular fish in the water. I wish I could swim like her!" answered Henry as they left the boat. “T'll Attend to That To-morrow” “Who invented the saying, ‘To-morrow never comes?" “T don’t know. bill collector.” But I'll bet it was a Ought To Be “He seems wedded to his work.”” “He ought to be; he married his em- ployer’s daughter.” Pup—Well, if you want me to chase that, why don’t you throw it? Are You Guilty ? "VE not a speck of appetite, And yet for company’s sake I might Sit down and view the meal; Those soft-shell crabs! Oh, dearie me! They're fried so appetizingly— They make me want to steal! Just half of one—my, my, how good! It's strange—I didn’t think I could Force down a single crumb; Are those the figs I've heard about, No, no—just half a brussels sprout— Oh, well—then give me some! Potatoes are not on my list, And still, my dear, if you insist!— They’re fried exactly pat; And stuffed tomatoes, I adore, Tl cat this one, then have some more— Suppose I do get fat? These little buns are simply fine, I'll have another and some wine— And just one apricot; Who made that lovely devil cake? If you don’t mind I think I'll take That iced up corner lot. I never feel a meal’s compiete Without some roquefort cheese to eat— It gives things such a zin Why did you make me eat, my dear, T told you when I came in here I didn’t want a thing!—Jane Barr. More Than That as it a stag party?” “It was more than that—it stagger party.”” was a icbooks.com