Judge — January 6, 1917 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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proceeded had Mr. and Mrs. DeCamp still been tied in the holy bonds of matri- mony, signalizing very little—or perhaps nothing at all—platonical. Mr. and Mrs. DeCamp had not seen each other since their divorce, and natu- rally entered upon a mutual measure- ment with expertly appraising eyes. “So you and Jonesworthy are to mar- ry?” he ventured, after he had looked admiringly. “That is the rumor, as I hear it,” she replied archly. “T never should have guessed it! Well, I hope you'll have better luck with him than you had with me!” “T should hope so! And yet, when one looks backward and forward—one can look both ways, I suppose . . . ” “4 pretty woman can.” She concluded not to finish the thought verbally. “But where have you been since...” ince I began to pay alimony? Oh, trying to forget certain things on southern waters. Do you remember how we cruised there two years ago?” “Do I remember! What a question!” “Well, the memory lingers with me also. I’ve had The Flirt refitted. Isn't she a bird? Your section has been done over.” “To suit the complexion of some new voyager, of course.”” “Not exactly. You would look well in an environement of green and gold. But...” And so banter went. They paid more Mrs, Golitely—The Reverend Palmoil says he can see nothii Mr. Featherby—Oh, well, Palmoil is just back from ten years’ missionary service in Africa, you know! attention to cach other than to luncheon. As the com- pany rose they strolled out to the point where motors were gathering and depart- ing, rallying each other hap- pily. A messenger met them, and told Mrs. De- Camp that Jonesworthy was waiting for her. Still with DeCamp, she stopped where Jonesworthy was sitting in his Renault runabout. “You don’t mind, of course,” said she to Jones- worthy, “but I’m not going back to town just now.” And she turned again to DeCamp. “Have you heard the news?” asked one male gos- sip of another at the Growl- ers’ Club a week later. “No, What is it?” “Why, the DeCamps were remarried on the quiet yesterday and sailed on their second honeymoon!” Longevity Obadiah Punkinrine Lived to be a hundred and nine; Never rode in a motor car; Guess that's how he got that far! Within His Means He—Everybody calls Proudleigh the rich fool. She—Has he many friends? He—No more than he can pay for. immodest in women’s gowns! iiwowy The dachshund—This is the only time in my life I've ever regretted my shape. A Successful “ Climber” LTHOUGH he plies an humble trade, The burglar oft arouses prise, by gaining entrance to The most exclusive houses. To say that he can pick and choose, Is not at all to mock, For he must always choose his door Before he picks the lock The obligation of a guest He knows, and ever minds it: He doesn’t criticize your plate, But takes it as he finds it. He has the trick of coming late (Of social knacks, the chief one), Is unobtrusive while he stays, And makes his call a brief one; Yet, though his visit to a home May never be repeated, Remembrance of his presence there Is warm—yea, even heated! We, therefore, have but little cause To be surprised at seeing The subject of our sketch become A much-sought-after being. —W. E. Nesom. No Man is Perfect Hokus—Oh, every man has some vice. Pokus—I guess that’s right. If he doesn’t write poetry he belongs to a glee club or an amateur theatrical society. The framers of the Constitu- tion took long chances. How did they know there'd be any Indiana, when they provided for a Vice-President? comicbooks.com