Judge — April 27, 1918 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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

WoollIs Too Dear to Waste, | That “Spring Feeling” ByE UST when you have become recon- J ciled to Winter— And old Age, and aching bones. And have formed the habit of going home and flopping down with a book— And have become thoroughly pessimistic and comfortable, And convinced that the world is going to the everlasting bow-wows— And that you don’t care— And that, further, you are glad that everything ts going to the dogs, Along comes Spring! Along comes Spring—with a blue sky, and a few feeble rays of sunlight— A warm wind, and a darn’ somethingin the air that sets your heart to thumping— And makes you walk a little faster up the street Because you sort o’ feel just around Something M. Taytor that there's the corner au Gorrer (E. xamining moon th: th! She’s terrible fu’ o’ bunkers! S PRESS CLIPPING BUREAU We will send you all newspaper clippings which may appear about you, your friends, or any subject on which you may want to be “up-to- date.” Every newspaper and periodical of im- portance in the United States and Europe is searched. ali 3 00 for 100 notices. HENRY ROMEIKE, 106-110 Seventh Ave., New York ugh his host’ 's “The wind has quieted down, Waiting for you. What’s waiting? Well—you don’t know, you’d know it— Perhaps it’s Romance, or Adventure— Or perhaps, when you turn that corner, you'll find that the old familiar street has gone—the city has sunk away, green lanes have opened up before your eyes, the sky is a deeper blue, the wind is suddenly softer—and you'll find that you have come to the Lando’ Dreams. but if you saw it, But you turn the corner—and the same dusty street is there— A cold wind takes away your breath— A sign falls down, and a cinder lodges in your eye. The sun is at just the right angle to half- id you— And a newsboy sneaks up behind you opens his mouth, and lets loose a roar that would make a blood-hound turn green with envy— -XTRY! EXTRY!”—yes, extry loudly And Romance has fled the streets for the time being. ee te ee The next day is a little warmer This time the sun is really shining— and the streets are dry. You walk up the street with vour pulses humming— “After all,” you think, “ right—” “All right, all RIGHT.” And your feet keep time to the words as you go. the world is all right, absolutely ALL oe + @ 8 But you go up the damn street, and Nothing happens— Romance is doing a devil’s dance around the corner But you can’t catch up to her. She’s always just around the next corner. os ee ae But do you think, as long as Spring lasts—. That you can settle down- And pretend that you aren't look- ing for something out of the ordinary to happen?— Well, here’s where you're For this is what is known as Spring Feve And every Spring you'll feel the same way ery spring your fool blood will dance— Your fool heart will thump, And your fool feet will itch with the suppressed desire to run up the street instead of tamely walking. e's eee But the hot weather will come, later, and take it all out of you. GREAT BEAR SPRING WATER “Its Purity Has Made It Famous” | from home and the deck | the companion of kings—was to reign f yy “Hi, there—come out of that!” Little did they dream—the small boy running aw hand who found him hiaing under the boat—little did they dream that for this small boy this was the beginning of the most dazzling carcer that has ever befallen the lot of any American, ‘That little Mississippi boy in his cheap little clothes, | was to stand with the great of the world—was to be c ¢ ever a kindly spirit in the hearts of the people of all the world. that boy was our own MARK TWAIN Incomparable, supreme—superb—yet so sublimely simple, so much one of us—our own—that with our admiration and our pride is a love greater than words | can tell. ‘The joy of eternal youth is in Mark ‘Twain—for he never grew up—not in alll his sev- enty-four years. The feelines of eternal truth were in Mark Twain, for his was a wisdom we are just beginning full to know. 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