Judge — June 8, 1918 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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

Drazen by R Scuasecerz Makinc Satisractory Procress 1x Spite or Barsep-Wire Entas smile. That smile was something more than even a glimpse of the fine soul in the frail body under the neat but faded black dress. It was the transfiguration of a face... . As if a great light had shone from some- where and bathed her features with a radiance. . . . He smiled back at her. In another seat a man was handing a package of cigarettes to eager hands in the other train. The old lady hesitated only for a minute. Then she opened her bag, took out a small purse, and extracting a half-dollar she reached out of the window and spoke to the soldier: “Will you please take this— to buy cigars—for you and the others?” Instinctively the soldier drew back his hand to re- fuse, but he saw the light in the eyes of her, guessed the sacrifice she was making, and his strong young fingers closed over the coin. The old lady sank back in her seat—happy. She might have been thinking of her own sons for she glanced down at the pin on her breast. In the other train, the private had turned to his companions. There was silence for a minute. Three heads bent over while the soldier scribbled something on a piece of paper. Suddenly, the train whistle blew twice. The wheels started to move. Hastily wrapping the paper into a ball the soldier leaned away out and tossed it into the old lady’s lap. She looked up and smiled her good-bye, put a white thin hand out of the window and waved it as the bare-headed youngsters passed out of her life. It was several minutes before she picked up the ball of paper. She opened it slowly. In the middle was a gold-backed note. It was for $100.00. Her thin breast rose to the full and with trembling hands she quickly spread out the paper. Through a thickening mist of tears she read: My Dear Lady: Thanks for your kindness. I shall keep the half-dollar always—for a luck piece. I will see that the boys here get all the cigars they want—and you can use the enclosed to send cigars to your own boys. Gratefully, eee ees s se see And the name that wa ned to the note was that of one of the richest families in America. Will Power ILL POWER is something that you are full of when you are hale and hearty and no trouble stares you in the face. At these times you are so full of will power that you can feel it vibrating through your system. But when trouble comes and you feel depressed, then you can search with all the instruments known to science and never find any. Another curious thing about will power is that, although supposed to increase and get stronger by constant use, the fatal fact is that the more you use it the more it is likely to go back on you in emergencies. Marvelous things, however, have been done by will power. Under its wonderful spell husbands can remain silent for hours in the presence of their wives. And when a policeman starts to arrest you for over-speeding you can, by force of will power, smile and look pleasant and tell him you are sorry, while in- wardly you would like to bang him over the head. To keep on hand a proper stock of will power that can really be useful to you, the best way is to eat sparingly, sleep eight hours a day, exercise moderately and never get tired. You will then be surprised upon how little will power you can survive the most astounding misfortunes. comicbooks.com wien