Judge — January 5, 1918 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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The Secondhandbookseller By TOD CHENEVIN E is as interesting as his long name. And he is a funny H man, a kind of negative Santa Claus, plus great wis- dom. He knows all about books, their printed con- tents, their ostensible place in literature, and their commercial value. The latter he respects. He is wisest when he buys, because then he is supreme master of the situation, and as such assumes an indifference that no poker player can match. If you ever have to part with an overflow of volumes from your shelves, just call him in and ask him to make an offer. It will not be of the slightest use for you to name your price. The modesty of him! For a minute after you hardly know what to of it. Soon he turns away from the pile inspected and ’ the manner of a yawn that “there's nothing to it, explaining that he could never get rid of such truck, though he sees you are k@eping some fair sets and singles for yourself. So the sale you thought to pull off lags. It is not likely to go at all. You begin to feel that you ought to beg the merchant to accept as a gift this too humble contribution to his stock, and so ac- commodate yourself by removal. However, having gone through all this internal shakeup on yout own account, and having reached the spiritual plane of not caring anything at all for mon least of all the few dollars you fondly hoped and trusted these books would bring, you observe that the Secondhardbookseller is finally coming down to the human platform. He appears to remember what he came for. He casts a swift and furtive glance in the direction of features, which now seem to suit him. And he deigns to address you. When, therefore, you gather that he is generously propos- ing to give you a dollar and forty-five cents for the lot, a great wave of gratitude rushes through your whole being, and you can hardly for him to annex the pile of former-day literary treasures and so be off. And thus another incident in all the momentous ones of life is got over, and there is more time left to wonder what we can make happen next to enliven “the day’s work.” Shrapnel By BENJAMIN De CASSERES T* TALK PEACE to France now is like trying to light a pipe in a cyclone. In the m and Begun are the Kaiser, no doubt, have already invaded the Fatherland. The Snout in the Louvre? That possibility is gone forever; but the pig itself still squats on the doorstep of France. The expression “ to “dollars for doughnut If the Kaiser ever feels bored in his coming exile a history of Belgium since August, 1914, ought to gear him up a little. The humblest being must feel something of sublime dignity in being alive just now; and the highest being must feel some- thing of the terrible creative ecstasy of a Homer, a Dante, a Shakespeare. Socialism will destroy the many of us made life worth li It looks as though in ps of the Pan-Germanic League France incorporated as part of Germany; hence, believes that Pershing and his army dollars to doughnuts” will soon be changed Adventure for Bread, which to ng. ermany Mrs. Nemesis has installed 3e herself as housekeeper at last. “weaart ocrteesy waren ‘ARC You suat ) Your can wt | Betax dows AT) Moment Crveanney To prevent bungling and to get the desired effect with the maximum of publicity, why not let the movie men manage your elopement? comicbooks.com