Judge — March 9, 1918 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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startled . . . it was a pigeon cooing. He continued hurriedly, and soon was out of the park and on the busy thoroughfare, hotfooting it up the street. After turning the third corner Mr. Binks stopped at a dingy littie shack, in the small window of which were three glass jars filled with ebon, irregular ob- jects, and labeled, respectively, “Pee,” ‘*Stov,” “Firnace.” Mr. Binks pushed the stubborn door and a hidden bell jangled hysterically. He stepped into the warm, gloomy room. Its only other occupant was an exceedingly homely gentleman with a derby on the back of his head, who presided at a counter bearing the announcement, “Odders.”” “Ssssssssst!” indicated Mr. Binks mysteriously. “Are you alone The proprietor did not look up from his Police Gazette. “No,” he answered tiredly, “but if you go out I will be.” Mr. Binks tiptoed elaborately to the counter. Tremblingly he snapped open his bag and took out a small, brown parcel. He presented it to the other. “Here, sir,” he faltered, “is a small token of my esteem—a pound of the best sugar. Now, could you deliver one ton of furnace coal to my resi- dence at once? We are down to the last twelve pieces.” Weariedly, the coal man made out the order, took Mr. Binks’ money and gave him a receipt. The bell sneered metallically, and Mr. Binks was gone. The proprietor spoke aloud. ‘“That’s the forty- sixth pound I’ve got to-day,” he ruminated. “And the laffing part of it is they all think the idea’s original.” He speared the order on his file with the others, and tossed the package into a large box which he kept for the purpose. Drawn by C. W. Kanes “You are charged with frightening children. “It’s false!” That, the face? 0, the charge!”” “Well, I'll hold you on prima facie evidence!” Facinc THe JUDGE How dare you have the face to do that?” Drawn by Saxvorv Tousey Private Sautu—"Don't get sore, Jim, Remember it’s the uniform we're ‘not what's in it salutin’ The Star Customer By Mary Granam Bonner HE cat sat on the stool in the butcher’s shop. People were buying, bemoaning the prices and wishing they didn’t have to get such meager portions—but there was the grocer’s to visit next and the fruit shop. “Not quite so much liver,” said one of the customers. “It’s so expensive I can’t afford a big piece these days.” | “AMD right,” said the butcher cheer- | fully, cutting off a good supply. “This { about what you want?” | And as the women nodded, the cat | was given the extra piece of liver she couldn’t afford to buy. Surely the butcher’s cat is fortunate! Dy Home-Town Papers By Eusice Warp OME-TOWN papers, On the dusty stand, Rows of last weck’s latest news Easily at hand. Bob has married Susan, Jones's house is sold, Ladies’ Guild has raised a Fund, Spring is very cold. New high-school instructor At Miss Green's to board, Fine brick building for the Bank, Judge has bought a Ford. Home-town papers Are a funny blend, Yet what city sheet is read Through from end to end? comichooks.