Judge — November 18, 1916 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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ROSE-FEVER 66J'M THROUGH!” announced Bobby Through!” The men who lingered in’ the room of the club glanced questioningly in Bobby's direction. smoking Only one of them spoke “What d'you mean, through “Tm through with women! The announcement was greeted by Everybody in the club and numbers of folk who were not in the club knew that Bobby Hopewood was a lady-killer, would always be a lady-killer. No wonder the men jeered when Bobby told them that he was through! “Tell us something else, and we may believe you!” he questioned. snapped Bobby. a chorus of jcers. mur mured someone languidly Bobby slammed his white, well-manicured hand down on the table. “I tell you—I mean it!” he shouted. All women are disappointing It happened this way ” Yes?” prompted a voice—a number of voices. “Y'know,” responded Bobl he was the sort of a man who never had to be “Y'know that I've been going around with that little blond deb.-girl. but she’s a queer one man kiss me. Hopewood axed to tell his affaires de coeur stelle Harrison Why. she said t' me once ‘I’ve never let a And [never will—unless I'm married to him!’ “Y'know, fellers, girls don’t usually treat me that way. They just—don’t. And so I began t’ call on her an’ take her out—but she was always mighty well chaperoned, And | tried to make her care. . . . It seemed as if I'd never wanted to kiss anyone before—so much. Gad, I thought, sometimes. that I'd have to marry the girl! “And then, the night of the Van Cleeve’s dance I found her standing on the baleony—alone. It was moonlight, and the balcony was just over a rose garden. The whole world was done in white and silver—and filled with perfume. And I said, ‘I love you, Girl!’ and she sorter swayed toward me And her face was working as if she was nervous. And I put my arms around her, and looked deep into her eyes—bluc as the sky, they were, and full of tears. And her lips, that were like the freshest rose-bud in the garden, were all a-tremble And I thought, ‘I’m the first man in the world to kiss her,” and then—just as I bent over her. . Oh, darn the women Bobby broke off, “They're all alike!” “And then—?" questioned the men. They had grou themselves, expectantly, around Bobby's chair. They wished, vaguely, that a fellow wouldn’t always stop at the best part of a story. “And then—" they repeated. And then.” groaned Bobby Hopewood, “She sneezed! MOE. S Her Eccentricity is one of the finest durn’ women in the world.” allowed Mr. Gap Johnson, of Rumpus Ridge. .\rk “but she’s shore got some of the quaintest notions you ever witnessed. Tuther day I had a job of work that just nacher'ly had to be done, and b’cuz I whirled in and went to doing it she started one of the boys off on a horse for the “M) WIFE doctor.” “J His Lesson IS very wrong to frighten children!” said the school teacher. “That's a fact, mom!” agreed Mr. Gap Johnson, of Rumpus Ridge. Ark. “And it’s liable to be plumb) dangerous. too. Tuther day I came home and found Rowdy, the baby. play ing beside a stump. and slipped up behind him and_ hollered “Boo!” And the little whirled before you could say “Turkey!” and lammed loose at me with my own gun, that I didn’t know he had. and came near blowing my fool head off!” cuss His Value “My brother-in-law, Lum Toodles.” said old Gaunt N Grimm, “would make an exceedingly satisfactory stranger.” Manufacturer—| have given you eight hours a day—what now? Labor leader—More pay, to be sure! A man does better work in eight hours than in ten. comicbooks.com