Judge — April 6, 1918 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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a woman yesterday standing on the very steps of a stage—in the way of persons—knitting!”” “As you say, if one could do it without attracting attention. And if one could use bright colors to make picturesque things!” “Oh! There’s a band! The soldiers are coming! I wonder if there’s anyone among them you know—or I know?” “Why, if we look carefully we must see chaps we know!” “Julie, dear, although we've been chums a long time, we haven’t confided in each other as we should have done!” . “Why, Madge! How can you say that?” “Have you told me things a chum ought to know, Julie?” “Of course I have, dear—always. I asked you how you could say that “Because ... They’recoming! See the policemen, and the men on motor cycles “Oh! Oh! And that great thing!” “That’s a tank, dear. And se Dean!” “Where?” “Tn the first company. S How he’s i You were engaged to him last summer, dear! “Who hasn't been engaged in the summer? too spooney. I didn’t care for him.” “Ts that why he enlisted?” “T’m sure I don’t know. He took up with Blanche There’s Reggie nproved! He was _ The War Garden : by Walt Mason Wyse quick enough. I wonder if she'll see him! Quick! There’s Harry Phillips—an old flame of yours!” “Well, he enlisted the day after I broke our engage- ment. He’s looking up this way.” Madge stepped back, using the flowing curtain asa shield. + “But he doesn’t look heartbroken.” “Oh, he'll find some stunning girl in France. Don’t you remember how beautifully he speaks the language? He’s a natural flirt. Oh! See that fine-looking chap on the end of the line—one, two, three—the third line!” “Why, dear, that’s Bert Belling—and he’s looking up here! He's looking at you!” Madge flirted her handkerchief, bowed repeatedly, and blushed violently. “Isn’t he wonderful? He has two days’ leave after the parade.” “Madge! How do you know? been keeping something from me!” “He wants me to marry him before he sail I believe you’ve Sylvia By Frieva A. Titpen N Spring I think of you because your rippling laugh reminds me Of little snow-fed rivers running gaily to the sea; In Summer I may never break the magic spell that binds me. For your eyes have borrowed color from the blue anemone When Autumn winds play in the trees and set the brown leaves whirling, I see your light and lissom form go dancing far and near; Your lips are red like holly when the Winter snows are swirling, And so I find I’m thinking of you all around the “Uncle Walt’s” Exclusice Weekly Message to Judge HIS year I don’t expect to raise a lot of blooming roses, although they fascinate the gaze, and charm the people’s noses. I’ll grow a lot of succo- tash and Lima beans and barl such crops as these will help to smash the kaisers Bill and Charlie. In times of peace it’s well to rear fine blossoms, for their beauty; but in this dark and troubled year we have a sterner duty. We cannot feed the fighting host on pansies, ferns and | substantial grub they're needing most, if they'd avoid the willies. So bring to me the safety hoe, the air cooled drill and seeder, and I will make some fodder grow, believe me, gentle reader, Oh, bring the long star spangled rake, and freedom’s sacred shovel, and I will make the acres ache around my humble hov I'll plant the hay- seed on the hill, the nutmegs on the meadow, and all the loathsome weeds I'll kill beneath the prune tree's shadow. Oh, children, children, leave your play, and in the garden rally! We'll tear the orchid vines away, and throw them in the alley; for orchids can’t be boiled or fried, they can’t be made inviting to hungry warrior’s ins and fit him for the fighting. A cabbagehead that’s plump and fair will injure more the Teuton than half a ton of maidenhair, and that’s as sure as shootin’. I'll train the turnip vines to climb where once be- gonias flourished; and here, where grew the scented thyme, my carrots will be nourished; the cucumber and Hubbard squash shall have the sunny places, where once the vain nasturtiums washed in morning dew their fa This is the sane and useful plan that I this year shall follow; so bring to me the sprinkling can, and seeds of pumpkin, Rollo. In planting seeds of showy plants there is no sense or justic o bring to me my workday pants, and lettuce seed, Augustus. We cannot feed our fighting men on roses and carna- tions; if they would swat the Teuts again, they need substantial rations. comicooks, , com