Judge — November 25, 1916 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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TURKEYS OUTRIVAL CHICKENS Judge Elmore laughed. John tried to. “Oh, [know all about it! But have you ever felt toward any other girl just as you say you feel about Julic?” “Decidedly no!” “That is, you think now you have not.” “T'm sure of it.” “But Julie has asked you, no doubt, as all girls ask, if you have ever loved another?” “Of cours “They generally begin by asking a young man if he has ever kissed another.”” Oh, yes! They always do!” “Good. And your answers have al- ways been in the negative. “How else can one answer such ques- tions?” “How else, indeed!” “And T've always meant it. Re- garded it as a white lie. And always regretted that my answer was not really true—I_ mean when Julie has——" “Oh, that’s all right as to what you've told Julie. But one should not really re- gret the kisses of youth! What would age have without such memories? Now, if you had been a mollycoddle, and had lied to me... . Ah, Julie! Come in! We've been talking. Julic stood in the doorway, her eyes flashing. “John Overburn!” she cried, I shall never marry you—never. A physiognomist would have found it difficult. to analyze the emotions on John’s face. Amazement, perplexity and despair were all pictured. “Tut-tut, daughter. aid the Judge, who was smiling. “I have invited John to Thanksgiv- ing dinner. And you ought to be thankful.” “Thank- ful, indeed!” Julie looked at John with dis- dain. “Julie!” now all despair, “Come, daughter,” said the Judge, “this will not do. Tell us what has happened!” John’s face was The Day of Gratitude HE TIME again rolls round when we are called upon to take our gratitude down from the attic, brush it off, polish it up, and give it an airing. It is to be hoped that we do our duty by Thanksgi’ ing thi tr in a becoming manner, and that only a small self-selected few of us overstep what few bounds propriety has left by being grumblingly under-thankful or volubly over-thankful. The European War has now been pok- ing along long enough for us to become more or less used to its horror, Conse- quently we might safely venture a hope that no one will resort to a parallel be- tween the United States and the war- stricken districts across the Auantic in a frantic effort to wring a few drops of thankfulness from his desiccated heart. We have wasted a lot of harmless rhet- oric on that kind of gratitude. And then it won't do much good to be thankful that we are not cannibals, or heathens, or cripples, or dope-fiend blackmailers, or blackmailers’ victims. Nobody ever gets far by being thankful for what he is not, just as nobody gets ahead much by being satistied with wh heis. We have had entirely too much of this spineless variety of self-satisfaction. It should not be allowed to parade as gratitude., There is only one thing for which anybody has a good, clear right to be thankful. There is still considerable freedom and opportunity left in this country of ours for the man who is willing to tend to his own business with a vengeance and allow the rest of us to do the same. It is a beautiful privi- lege when we come to love and practice it. For this privilege of working like blazes at our own jobs and letting other folks alone we should be deeply thank- ful. W. Dee. Negative Blessings A Song of Thanksgiving the woes I have not had heart is full of peans glad. I'm thankful Congress hath adjourned And left me some of what I've earned, And hasn't thought to tax my share Of bright blue sky, and autumn air. I'm glad the cost of living high Has overlooked and passed me by Because I've always had a mind For living of a simple kind, And have a taste for Boston beans, And potted ham, and tinned sardines. I’m thankful that no briny shark Has caught me swimming after dark And bitten off a leg or two The while I swam the waters blue. I’m thankful that no jolt or jar Has come to wreck my motor car And that no tire troubles ill Have come along to drain my till— Indeed I'm thankful to recall I haven't any car at all To vex me with the evils dire That dog these modern Ships of Tire! So here’s my Song of Gratitude With honest thankfulness imbued— 'Tis something in these times of pest If one’s but negatively blest. J. K. Be Natural Query Willie Willis—Pa, docs the Isthmus of Panama join North and South Amer- Papa Willis—Yes. Willie Willis—And ain't North and South America separated by the Gulf of Mexico? Papa Willis—Y Willie Willis— farther apart than they are nearer together? hen, pa, are they As Usual The Lord will provide, only what He provides He spells comicbooks.com