Judge — November 18, 1916 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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N OTHER days I used to brag about my swift, high-step- I ping nag. I'dtell how he had gone a mile, or maybe two, in Maud S. style, and left all records looking sick; never was a horse so quick And Ananias doubtless felt that I had robbed him of his pelt. The more I talked about my horse, the more I made poor Truth a corse. I told about ourse tricks to all the weary village hicks, and when my grist of yarns was done, they'd tell of races they had won; for every man then owned a nag, of which he'd stand around and brag. And Ananias heaved some sighs, while listening to all those lies. The horse of which I used to talk could trot as fast as you can walk. He had bog spavins on his limbs, and he was blind in both his glims, he had hay fever and the croup, and long ago he looped the loop. When I look back I always blush for iclling how that horse would rush around a half-mile kite-shaped track so fast he'd telescope his back. In my old age I can’t indorse the things | said about that horse. And now I have a motor car, in which I journey near and far. And in the evenings, at the store, L talk with neighbors half a score, and tell of hills I climbed on high, and yarn until my throat goes dry. And Ananias, in his grave, is wishing that I would behave When I have talked till T run down, the other liars of the town, while puffing at their rank cigars, relate weird tales about their cars. Each fellow owns the only “boat” that hasn't sometime lost its goat, that never skids or stalls or balks, whose engine never groans or knocks. And all our cars are made of tin, with fierce and rusty works within, and if away from town we roam, some team of mules must haul us home. And Ananias, on his perch, believes we all should go to church his race His Recovery “Yep!” said Mr. Gap Johnson, of Rumpus Ridge. Ark “When that there tree fell on my brother-in-law it knocked him plumb senseless. But it didn’t him long to vituperate.” Be sure your sin will find you out of gasoline OUR INTELLECTUAL MOVIE QUEE! (From almost any clip sheet Ry HOMER CROY Y WILL be pleasing to our readers, we feel sure, for them to know something about the life of Laura Love, who took the part of Chastity in “The Grip of the Python.” Miss Love spent the carly years of her life ina convent where she had little or no thought of becoming the nightly favorite that she now is. The quiet round of her life was then taken up with her beads and her needle-work On turning her back to cloistral walls she traveled in the United States, journeying west where she lived with the Sun Dance Indians. On account of her rare charm and beauty she was adopted into their tribe and given the name of Agunguack, which in the Sun Dance language means “Sunshine from the Happy Hunting Ground.” It was during her long association with the Sun Dance Indians that she picked up her wealth of knowledge of Indian life which has been of such great help to her in her masterly portrayal of American aboriginal character In her early life Miss Love's ambition was and while she was in the Latin Quarter she studied under some of the world’s gre: She studied for years and was just on the verge of a career when she felt the call of Thespis and laid down her palette for the make-up box. Even the splendid acting she does in the silent drama does not suffice, her old professors think, for the fact that she deserted them for the cinematographic stage. During the few summer days that she can steal away from the studios she goes to Canada for her vacations where she may live in sweet. simple quiet with the French Canadians, where she converses with them in their own language, for it may come asa surprise to the thousands of admirers of Miss Love to know that she is a profound student of Early French. In college she specialized in this and her graduation theme was entitled “The Now Obsolete Irregular Verbs of the Early French.” Miss Love is never happier than when chatting with the simple French Canadians in their own language—a language now known to only a few etymologists. It was while traveling extensively abroad that Miss Love » be an artist est masters, became fascinated by Egypt, where she made a specialty of Egyptology. There are few in the world—if any—who have the intimate knowledge of the carly life of the Egyptians that Miss Love has. Her specialty is the life and reign of Amenhotep I one of the early Pharaohs. Her translations from the hiero glyphics on the colossi and on the cliff monuments at Edfu, celebrating Amenhotep’s wars of conquest. are a delight to antiquarians. wove is eighteen years old Mr. Kane—What are you going to get your wife for Christmas? Mr. Calabash don't know. She hasn't decided yet! comicbooks.com