Judge — June 30, 1917 — page 6: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

FINGERS ND TONGUES “QIT DOWN at this table, we make nothing but surgical sponges here. No, we don’t draw ours to a thread, because Uncle Sam has enough trouble without enlarging the insane asylums to hold us all, if we had to do that.” “ Mrs. Hammerschlag doesn’t work with us. She may be a good American, but when I heard her say she wanted the United States to win, and she hoped the Entente would lose, I formed a mighty poor opinion of her logic as well as her patriotism.” “Turn two thicknesses there, Mrs. Tritely, and press it flat.” “Are you taking first aid?, It is nice to know about such things, still when you have brought up three children and they have had most of the accidents, further practise seems rather unnecessary. I heard two women talking the other day and they were not clear as to which kind of treatment you applied to heat prostration and which to sunstroke. That might be awkward at a pinch. Does the course tell what to do for moonstruck people? If it does I must certainly try it on our cook.” “Push out your corners to make them square, Miss Adsum.” “One of my friends has taken six weeks’ training and has signed up for hospital work, engaging a trained nurse to stay with her two little girls. e can’t sce anything funny in that “Twenty-four in a package and only the head of the pin must show, Mrs. Pernickett.” No one is allowéd to take the gauze home now to make sponges, for so many slackers turned the job over to their maids, and bragged about the dozens a week they turned in, and most of them had to be done over.” “That piece has-a hole in it, we will use it for a surgical pillow “What a blessing that economy is the fashion, especially in AT LAST, MY LOVE, WE ARE ALONE! entertaining! However we went to the Holduppe’s to dinner the other night and had four stalks of asparagus apiece dealt out to us and everything else in proportion, and my husband and I had to stop at a restaurant on the way home and buy a sandwich, we were so hungry.” ** Has everybody here planted a War garden? We put in po- tatoes, and I imagine all we will get out will be bugs. I signed up for vegetables and surgical dressings. I would like to run an automobile but the government might want me to deliver munitions when Jimmy had a stomach upset, and he won’t let any one else take care of him.” “I wish they would requisition our old car, they don’t we will have to scrap it in another year.” “That makes fifteen hundred for this morn: -g and if Mrs. Folder will take charge of the room I will go out for lunch. Let us remember that these scanty rations not only help our country, but improve our figures, and our motto .. . ‘Pass a bite and do a bit.’ ” —Kate B. Burton. Company Manners HERE was a grownup girl And she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead; Ata dance or on the street She was always just as sweet— But when she was home she was horrid. —Douglas Malloch. With the Last Trump Preacher—When do you think that war will end in the world? ] Citizen—About the same time that gambling ends in icago. But ‘The trees are covering their limbs, but female fashions are unchanged. comicbooks.com