Judge — September 2, 1916 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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The Sprite is a smart boat, and it’s rather stimulating to ¢ her in a good bree But there is a peculiar joy in siling with good company in light winds.” “T suppose the cats here will make much of our going out ther that way. [heir topics are usually so commonplace that it will be a to give them something worth while to talk about. Come. Let's stroll down and look The Sprite over. And I shall have to plan for refreshments.” The next morning The Sprite put out with Bell and Mrs. Lytel, the event being closely observed from many vantage points. There was a spanking breeze that invited the voyagers straight away from shore, and the little vessel responded exhilaratingly. It was so casy—and so fascinating—this straightaway course that permitted them to sit together in comparative case, that before they realized it land was but a suggestion to the eye. This sentimentally-stimulating propinquity, emphasized by memories of the days when they were much together, left them oblivious of remoter things until she asked: “Aren't we getting too far off shore?” He had put an arm about her some time before, and she had not objected to kisses. Not for me,” he replied. “If I had my wish, we should becalm here indefinitely! “But that would be . . . what is that?” She pointed at what seemed to be a ship far away, yet it did not really seem to be. It was a profile-like structure that moved, apparently towed by a vessel farther away. “Must be a target for naval practice. “But there is no naval vessel in sight. What if we should get within range?” “Quite improbable.” Then Mrs. Lytel scream- ed. She had turned her head. A submarine, the X6, was emerging behind them, on the right, almost in contact. Out of the con- ning tower, with a pipe in his mouth, appeared an officer, who surveyed the scene curiously. The officer was Lieutenant Lytel. Chasing rainbows for pots of gold depends on the durability of the Hughes. Bachelor HE KNEW Do you think two can live as cheaply as one ? if you try to, she'll get a divorce with alimony if you do that. Heat and Cold IVILIZED communities are largely composed of people who want heat when the weather is cold, and who don’t want it when the weather is hot, thus demonstrating the com- plexity of human nature. Whole families frequently travel thousands of miles in the winter-time to bask in a hot climate from which they would flee with energy and enthusiasm if the year were six months advanced. Similarly, the man who curses his houschold gods when the temperature of his home drops below 65 degrees during the month of February, gladly for the privilege of sitting in a cold wind on the shores of a refrigerated ocean during the month of August. The only person to whom heat and cold are equally distasteful at the same time is the man who is suffering from chills and fever. Hot heads and cold feet are often found in close proximity to cach other; and one of the hottest things on earth is the man who gets a cold reception, —K.L.R. pays large sums of money Hair ROADLY speaking, all mankind is divi —those who have hair and those who have not. who have no hair would do almost anything if they had it. Lof one mind in this respect. But the people who re again divided into two classes; those who never Jed into two groups People They are have hair think about it, and those who, feeling perhaps that it is begin- ning to diminish a little in quantity and quality, are trying to keep it. These good people spend a large part of their time in fussing over their hair, brush- ing it and treating it with all sorts of tonics. Some heads manage to keep a fairamount of hair in spite of all this treatment. There is really no reme for lack of hair, except philosophy. Too many bald heads testify to the contrary. You cannot think your hair back, or think it to st Tools of the Trade The fisherman had pro- posed to the shepherdess. “But how can we live?” wavered the shepherdess. “Oh, we'll manage to get along by hook or crook,” replied the fisherman, Benedict—Not aie. optimistically.