Judge — September 9, 1916 — page 13: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

we're going to present it to him, tonight. Oh! if 1 was only him tonight! Never mind, I'll get it some day. But, Mr. Markowitz, I came to ask from you a favor. I ain’t got no time to go to the engraver. Maybe you can send Abe, the office boy, for me. I'll never forget what you done for me. And Mr. Henry, please write the card out forme. Will you do , Mr. Markowitz Markowitz was about to utter an angry re- fusal when Henry stepped in front of him and said quickly, “Alleright, Meyer, go back to the shop. Everything will be attended t Phank you very, very much,” said the grateful M handing the cup to Henry as he left through the door. Henry!” shouted Markowitz at the top of his lungs, “what you mean by talking like a boss when I’m in the office? It's my business; you're only a bookkeeper, and I'll——” “Sh,—sh—, keep cool,” said Henry soothingly. “Don’t _ five dollars that in spite of what they got a big grand meeting shoot off your mouth like a pistil. If you'll stop and listen tonight, Meyer Gold will come home oily.” while I begin to talk, you'll kiss my hand when I'll finish. I “Alleright, a bet,” said Markowitz, clasping Henry’s want to help you out to keep your promise with Mrs. Meyer hand. “I'll be satisfied to lose five dollars if that woman Gold, so that she should have a husband at home, and he should shouldn't come crying around here again.” have a home, not a lodge. You leave it tome, Max. [bet yeu Nothing else was mentioned about the lodge and loving cup that day except when Henry sent the office boy with a package to the engraver. But on the following day, when Markowitz entered his office there was a telephone call waiting for him. A feminine voice spoke to him, while a broad smile spread over the flushed countenance of Markowitz, as he listened. Finally, he said, “I’m delighted to hear it,” and hung up the receiver. “Say, Henry,” said Markowitz, turning to his brother-in-law. ‘Mrs. Meyer Gold just had me on the wire. She told me that her husband came home oily and said he'll never show his face in the lodge again. The loving cup was never pre- sented to Past Grandmaster Jacobson and the lodge fined Meyer ten dollars. I bet you must have had something to do with it. What was it, you shegetz “I put in a milk bottle,” remarked Henry, “in the package what Abe took to the engraver, and I got the loving cup here. You know milk bottles are the loving cups of the home. Five dollars, please.” TIN TYPES A Remote Possibility = springs eternal in the human breast.” + Yes, talk is cheap; but hope is cheaper still ull is dark let hope still be your guest, For hoping much was never known to kill. Then let us to the ball park right away. Our team may win sometime—why not to-day? -Watter G. Doty. His First Thought A messenger rushed into the financier’s presence with the breathless exclamation: “Your wife tried to start the fire with gasoline, and ” “Great Caesar!” ejaculated the startled hus- band, “and gasoline forty cents a gallon!” MAKING IT WORTH WHILE Speaking Politically “Am I goin’ to have a bath tonight, mother?” “Yes, dear.” “ Well, don’t ye “ Anywat Bossem always keeps his promis think I'd better go out an’ get a little dirtier ? That’s nothing much! So does a rattlesnake. comicbooks.com