Judge — October 28, 1916 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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PRIGGINS was so palpably “in the A GUBTLE CURE Spriggins. How are you this morning? ; dumps” when | he came down to By J. L. HARBOUR Fine? Well, you look it. Holding your »reakfast tha his wife wisely forbore to age mighty well. Never saw you loc . mention that the cook had almost struck _ better.’”” At ten o’clock Mrs. Spriggins was called to the tele- bottom in the flour barrel, and she knew phone to hear her husband say, “That you, Belle? Don’t you that it was no time to refer to the fact. want to run down-town and lunch with me and then go out and that she must have a new hat for the — get some of the fol-de-rols I suppose you'll have to ha ave for DeSmythe-DeLancy wedding the follow- | the DeSmythe-DeLancy wedding? Come along, « ing Monday. Spriggins found fault with And when she hung up the receiver Mrs. Spriggins said the coffee and sneeringly asked his wife with a look of wonderment on her face, “These men, these if the biscuits had not been made of mar- men! There’s no telling which way the cat will jump when ble dust instead of flour because of their it comes to one of them!” weight. His good-by to his wife and family and the way in which he slammed the door on taking his departure ( \ caused his wife to say with a sigh, “These men, these men! What docs possess them \ to act as they do sometimes? Crosser than a bear with a sore head and no one knows why—dear m Approaching the station Spriggins met a friend who said gaily, “Hello, Spriggins! You're looking fine to-day!” “Oh, thanks!” said Spriggins, smiling for the first time in twenty-four hours. Turning from the window after buying some tickets he faced a neighbor who said, Morning Spriggins. You look fine this morning.” “Thanks,” said Spriggins with a beaming smile. While reading the paper on the n, another friend came along and said to Spriggins, “Hello, Spriggins that you? I hardly knew you, you look so young and fit.” “Think so?” said Spriggins with concentrated sun- shine in his face. Riding up-town in the subway he encountered a woman acquaintance who said sweetly, “Why, Mr. Spriggins, I was not sure it was you Really, you must have discovered the Fountain of Youth, judging from the way you look.” The smile on his face was almost sickening when Spriggins said, “Oh, I guess that is all in your imagination.” Entering the building in which his office was, the colored janitor tipped his hat and said, Tawnin’, Mistah Spriggins. Yo’ is lookin’ mighty toy, sah.” es ean INFORMATION “You just imagine that sam,” said Spriggins, but Sam J got a dime just the same. Entering his office, his stenog- { e awd ace rapher looked up from her desk and said, “Good morn- WA Ma sere ing, Mr. Spriggins. You are looking well this morning.” A customer came in later and said, “Good morning, DO YOU BELIEVE IN SIGNS? SEMIERGOKS| a