Judge — February 3, 1917 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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tunity to make me a dummy in your And Phyllis departed. met Charley according to appointment, and pro- «, ceeded gayly to the joys of the evening. Harry, disappoint roamed about town aim- lessly, visiting one gay place after another, con- strained to an aloofness from the festivities that others enjoyed. He finally decided upon supper, and entered one of the dazzling resorts of the theatre district Slowly consuming a modest order, Harry sat over his coffee with a cigar and glanced about. Behind him he saw Phyllis Rosemary at a table with her father. Phyllis recognized him and bows were exchanged. It is a small world In a moment Amabel entered with Char- ley, and they were seated before she or Harry saw cach other. As their eyes met, Harry read her deceit in her face, and turned away. Mr. Rosemary was being pagec telegram was handed to him as Harry with Phyllis. deceits!”” Amabel Vad and a sauntered over to. sp Mr. Rosemary, pleading an immediate engagement, asked Harry to s home That © Phyllis night’ Amabel cloped with le Allied Arts (Routine of the Modern “popular” fictionist.) MONDAY EARCHES through the For some fresh nj TUESDAY Spends the day in shrewd de Schemes for putrid advertisin; WEDNESDAY Agitates the noisome mess Into loud unwholesomeness THURSDAY Gayly smears the rich gangrene ‘Through a Family Magazine Now he labors in the reek Thriftily, until next week,” as one quite supposes Clothespins for his readers’ noses Lowell Otis Reese arbage cans fiction plans. Careful Youth Voungpop—Yesterday was my boy's birthday Flubdub—Did he get many: presents? Youngpop—Did he! Why, he’s got some of them yet little Two Rules for a Happy Family 1. Mother the bab 2. Baby the mother. The Flooring of the Floorwalker “ HAT is this, Miss Chewgum?” asked Mr. Pompus, the stalwart and stately floorwalker, when the tenth wild and prolonged yell of Miss Chewgum had brought him to her counter to put of his approval on a “charge” . “What is this you have written Miss Chewgum?” It’s wrote plain enough, sked Miss Chewgum with an injured note in her voice and a sudden flush that went beyond the limits of the “Rose Bloom” on her face. “Humph!” said Mr. Pompus with no attempt at concealing the note of scorn in his voice. Saucers.’ ch? Allow me to inform you that ‘s-o-s-s-e-r-s’ is not the way to spell ‘saucers.’ If you wish to escape ridicule in future, young woman, you will spell it ‘s-a-u-s-e-r-s’ when you make a sale of this kind.” He Strode away loftily in response to a clarionlike yell of “Mr. P-o-m-pus! 0, Mr. P-o-m-pus!” that came from the one of the “salesladies” who was “on the glove counter” a sixth of a mile distant. Say, Mame, don’t you pay no 'tention to his guff,” said a “lady friend” of Miss Chewgum’s who was “on” the same counter with her. “He ain't so smart a he tries to pass it out that he is! ‘S. se-rs’ ain't the way to spell ‘sau- cers.” It's ‘s-a-w- cers.” DT ain't went to night- school for noth- in. Don’t it make you weary the whole length o’ your spine when one 0” these top-lofty _ floor- walkers tries to show off what he don’t) know? ‘S-a-u-s-e-rs!’ Don't that jar you? He better take a few spell- in’ lessons off o° meforl bet there's other words I could learn him how to spell!” Max Merryman Those Bull Moose resuscita- tion dinner me- nus seem singu- larly short of the third cup. of coffee. An Interrupted Kiss They move along the glowing green, Close to each other’s side; As lovers wander slowly home, Just at the eventide. And one is of the fairest hue, A dream—beyond compar The other, just a trifle scarred, Is grayer, as with care. They waver, slower... slow... And meet in love's sweet kiss. And there they stay, nor care for Time's Quick passing, in their bliss. and stop But further on, a bearded knave Draws near, with scowling mien; And raising up a mighty staff, He strikes apart the twain! But still the two do not object; They meekly separate. With billiard balls 'tis usual; The cue decides their fate —Paul E. Gould. Egg View Note VERY time Corny Paine starts pumping wind into the tires on his second-hand Pollywog automobile, he wishes a whole lot that he was doing it on top of some mountain. he read not long ago that the air there is very light. and easy to handle.—Leslie Van E GOOD SALESMANSHIP