Judge — February 17, 1917 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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along the beach. “In my college days I won a champion- ship. But one isn’t so keen for the water afterward, you know—I mean for strenuous effort.” “I'd like to have you mect my husband,” she said, “but I'll not introduce him to-da To-morrow, perhaps.” She turned and swept the scene “Away?” “Oh, no! But we had a little tiff this morning. He's a terrible flirt!” “Ah! You don’t mind that, L fancy! It's a game two can play, ch?” “Why not? I'd like him to sce me with you. He's flirt- ing now, furiously, with a woman he met in New York.” “Where is he: The stranger looked around among the imitation bathers scattered on the beach. A man alw likes to try his skill at picking out a particular person in such circumstances. “Wait. We'll mect him presently. Upon second thought I'd like to introduce you at once.” “Very well, if you like.” He gave her his card, which Id at the moment without reading. There he She indicated a muscular man, scant- ily attired, sitting in the sand very close to a woman as to whose figure there could be but little speculation. “They've been together ever since she arriv After glancing at his card: “ Dillworthy? Why /er name is Dillworthy, too!" “By Jove!” remarked Mr. Algernon Dillworthy, looking in amazement at the pair, “I understood she was at Palm Beach!" she h The Egotistic Lovers —Do you really and truly love me, dea She—Indeed I do, darling. I love you with all my heart, dear. He—It makes me feel very good to hear you say that, sweetheart. But do you know something, angel? She—No, dear. What? He—Well, do you know, [ was just thinking that it His wife hope, dear, that you won't think my new gown too plain and simple; but you know I hate display of any kind. Marcella—Have you offered him any encouragement ? Meadeline—I've never let him see me drive a car! showed excellent taste and judgment on your part to love me. . She—I think so, too, adored one. He—Because you know, there are so many things about me that one must necessarily admire. I am handsome and clever and accomplished and rich and descended from a splendid family, and all that, don’t you know. She—Yes, dear, I know all that. And I also was thinking hat not the least of your good qualities is your keen sense of perception in cling me as the object of your affections. He—Yes, of course. She—Becau_e you know, I am beautiful and I dress well and Lam very artistic and I have considerable property in my own right and there is a certain intangible something about me that raises me far far above the average girl. He—Yes, darling, you are quite right. [Pause.] Both—Oh, how we love each other! [Pause.] Both—But oh, how much more we each love i —Ellis O. Jones. ourselves! Didn't Need One Mrs. Highflyer—This is a picture of my first husband, Mrs. Topnotch—Oh, js it? Haven't you one of your second? Mrs. Highflyer—Oh, dear, no. He is still living. Lines on a Lady's Face The dread verb thus she conjugates: (Crowsfeet are most unpleasant) “T wrinkled! the past tense, and “Tt rankles!” is the present Addre: “Flubdub tells me he ha addre: “Well?” “T never knew he made speeche: “He doesn’t. He gets out the s published a book of comicbooks,com