Judge — February 24, 1917 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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latest cut and make, white gloves and a white cravat of fine India linen, together with collar, shirt and handkerchief of similar material, completed his perfect costume. Fora traveling suit the groom wore a tailored suit of blue serge with handsome tan shoes and imported felt hat.” Wise Husband—Mr. Barton lived in a suburban town. His wife asked him to pur- chase a shirtwaist for her while in New York. After telling the salesgirl what he was after, she displayed a number. “Here are some very pretty ones. What color do you prefer?” she asked. “Tt doesn’t make any difference,” replied Mr. Barton. “Doesn’t make any difference!” exclaimed the salesgirl. ‘Why, don’t you think your wife would like a certain color?” “No, it makes no difference what color I get or what size. I shall have to come back tomorrow to have it changed.”—New York Times. No Time for a Loaf—Some time ago, when a local corps was reviewed by Sir Ian Hamilton, one officer was mounted on a horse that had previously distinguished itself ina bakery business. Somebody recognized the horse, and shouted, “Baker!” The horse promptly stopped dead, and nothing could uation was getting painful when struck with a brilliant idea, “Not to-day, thank you.” ion then moved on.—Weekly Telegraph. The Minister Makes a Discovery— “The minister called this afternoon.” “That What did he have to say?” “He seemed surprised to find that I was married.” “What's the matter with him? He ought to know you were a married woman.” “How could he, when he had never seen my husband in church with me?”—Detroit Free Press. Serious Omission—At a camp-mecting where hats were used as collection baskets, the preacher said: . ‘ Let us sing while the hats are coming in.” The pianist, after some fumbling with the pages, turned to him and said: “TI can’t find it.” “Beg pardon,” said the preacher, not unde! ing. replied the pianist, “I can’t find While the Hats Are Coming In,’ in my book.” —Christian Herald. Twenty Years Late—“How’s the hos- pital?” fear I got here too late.” “Dear me! Did you neglect yourself so badly?” “Tt isn’t that. My nurse tells me she was beautiful 20 years ago.”—Kansas Cily Journal. Just Between .Girls—Agnes—No. I would never marry a man to reform him. Ethel—Well, I don’t think myself that harsh measures are the best.—Boston Tran- Script. Wice Jelly when favored with Abbott's Bitters is made Fore, delightful and healthful. Samples of bitters by mall 25¢eta tn stamps, C, W, Abbott & Co., Baltimore, Md. (Adv.) “CONFESSIONS OF A MOTION PICTURE ACTRESS' “T HERE has been a good deal of piffle written about the lives of the moving picture heroines,—and there is a great deal of real, heart-breaking tragedy untoritten that the public never guesses. Readers of Film Fun will be taken “behind the screen” in a remarkable series of articles, ‘‘The Confessions of a Motion Picture Actress,’’ which tell the story of the rough and rocky road to film-fame. These “court secrets” of a movie Queen make a thrilling story. They are the personal experiences of a woman whose face is familiar to every cinema spectator. Obviously the author’s name must be withheld, for she tells her own story, asks “Is the game worth the candle?” and lets the facts answer. Don’t miss these “confessions” in this month’s FILM FUN Al all-the newsstands $1.00 a year New York City 10 cents a copy 225 Fifth Avenue ; SET TLL RE OS a ae a EL TT