Judge — March 3, 1917 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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X From a Sinner’s Diary <E of my chums has run away had the forethought to take a neigh- borman with her. I blow, of course, same as the rest ; I've seen any number 0’ persons I'd run with if after their heat prostrations are over, they’re sorry. ‘ot sorry they yielded, but sorry they had ‘em. Loving might antidote doing what you hate, but crowded into what you hate, by what you hate, for what you hate— You rejoice while some people live, and you rejoice when some die. Picked stone today, ranging in size from my ambition to bigger than I could lift. I can handle a lots heftier melon than I can stone. Now, if, the morn- ing the same stones were back in the same places, and so on, endlessly, till the sea gi up its dead, and a week oF two longer, it would be like housework. Every morning the same dirt by the stove; even if you sweep; the same lop- eared cups to wash; the same tumbled, heavy-sea beds to pat and calm. All that’s cheering about it is knowing it will be the same long centuries after this old le lies buried under the ruins of the hencoop she was chained in and upset. Remember, always, anything you've won never came by making anybody mad. I know it as well as though I always practiced it. She told him he could, but he should have known enough not to. ’Tisn’t because some folks think not to. They don’t think to. Ifyou have any comforts prepare to have ‘em amputated.—Lynette Freemire. ODE TO A COOK By TED ROBINSON ‘OW, as the appetite seems to be satiate. Now, as we pause in dispatching gestibles, Were it not well that we seek to ingratiate Her who prepares these ambrosial comes- tibles,— Taking security Now, for futurity? Chef de cuisine! qualities Wasted on painting, or turning of puny verse, Sculpture, romance, or such fluffy frivolities, Ah, what a loss to this indigent univers You make incurable Woes quite endurable! Bards in their music, nor knights in their bravery Ever could match in their genius or tri : What you can do with the sage and the savoury, What you can do with the chives and the chicory Rhymings nor reasonings Vie with your seasonings! All of the art that explains and em'ellishes, All of the science that puzzles to weariness, How can they rival your roasts and your relishes, Succor the spirit, or drive away dreariness? Tell me, could Tennyson Ever grill venison? Nay, ‘twas a duck, not a deer, that you brought to me, That valedictory; 4nd poets since then naught to me— ours, Cordon Bleu, is the victory, Since to that duck you lent Sauces so succulent! was your triumph, your grand Artists have been ultimate You are about as apt to get caught the first time you lie as you are to lie the first time you get caught. Were your masterly ited Vocabulary 6OPHEY SAY talks. mone “It does; but it never says more me, and they are than two words ta ‘good bye.’” Very Much Encouraged Mrs. Rivers—I amevery much pleased with my new cook. Mrs. Bridges—How long have you had her? Mrs. to-night. Rivers—Her day will be up His Boast Argus boasted. “I can stand the eye for an eye policy longer than anyone else,” he cried. WHAT HAPPENED WHEN BROWN MARRIED AGAIN comicbooks.com