Judge — May 11, 1918 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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N. B. C. Oatmeal Crackers Make a Fine Breakfast Food Just try them. N. B. C. Oatmeal Crackers contain oat- meal in its most delicious form. Always fresh, crisp and ready to serve, a few N. B. C. Oatmeal Crackers make a tempting breakfast food when served with a bowl of rich, fresh milk—hot or cold as you prefer. Sweetened just right—so sugar is saved. You eat as many as you want, and no more. That means no waste. N. B. C. Oatmeal Crackers are a popular food at the mom- ing meal. They adda variety that is always welcomed by all. NATIONAL BISCUIT COMPANY PS Uneeda Biscuit Jennie By Tuomas Evcrrow so much towards Socialism, compar. sons are more than ever odious. For example, to walk up the Avenue on one of these sunny Autumn days and to seethe luxury—the heedless extravagance of the pampered daughters of Manhattan, whose millionaire fathers and husbands seem only to urge them to greater expenditures —and then to compare all this with the lives of some others, well, it makes one think. There is, for instance, the case of Jennie —and Jennie is a particular friend of mine. I don’t often see her, for my lot is not cast in the dark places of the earth, while poor little Jennie works hard all the time in a kind of subterranean basement. Still, I often make a point of it to be around on Saturday afternoon just to get a glimpse of Jennie as she comes up in the elevator to snatch what little rest and recreation she can before the inexorable Monday morning draws her back to per- petual toil. I never say much to her and she never speaks to me—and I often move out of her way as I am afraid my sympathetic glance may subtly annoy her. I meet her always at the corner of Fifty-sixth Street and Seventh Avenue—often when more fortunate ones are on their way to a con cert at Carnegie Hall. Jennie never goes to concerts. Jennie has no time for the beautiful things of life, but last Saturday I am glad to set it down, Jennie did have | one bit of fun to cheer the sadness of her days. Jennie lay down and rolled in the dust on Seventh Avenue, for—as you must have guessed—Jennie is one of the | mules who work all the week in the new subway, to be hauled to the surface in a box-like cage every Saturday after- noon. | [ these days when everything points A Change Human beings are as prone to hero worship | as ever they were, but heroes aren’t what they used to be. Between Friends “Are you su Jack, that she’s the right kind of a girl? Has she the right judgment?” “Why should you doubt her?” “Well. she has selected you.” Leave It to Bragg “Bragg enlisted, I hear. I wonder what kind | of a soldier he'll make.” “Don’t worry. He'll give a good account of himself.” Danger! Bayonet fighting holds no terrors for the average gob who gets shaved by a Navy bar ber.—The Naval Reserve.