Judge — June 15, 1918 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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he sang for them. If he can ar- range it, he wants to study with pray s,au0fs9A9 wind [TPM Syya ayy Buy apay ve MOR, ism, sense, grit—she has them all. Howard is tender—but there’s some of the masters while he is in Europe. He’s awfully dear. June 8—Howard came to see me last night—expects to be sent across now before long. He cer- tainly is the solid sort—but he’s dreadfully sad. I pity him so. June 9—What do you think? Captain Myers has been made a major. Nowonder! He’s sucha fine military type of man. Asked me what I thought of our being married before he sails. I don’t know—am all upset about every- thing. Haven’t even talked to mother about Lieutenant Mat- thews yet. June 1o—A note from Lieu- tenant Matthews tells me that he will cali for his answer in person day after tomorrow.—Horrors! Major Myers was in for an hour this morning and we had a fine motor ride. Captain Gilmore will drop in for a few minutes this afternoon. I’m going to make him sing for me. To- night I'll decide—something. June 11—Poor Howard! ordered to an Eastern port. That’s all he knows. Photo by Eltinge His company has been He talked to me a long time last night. Read mea farewell letter from his mother. She’s wonderful—love, patriot- re It’s Funny— no baby or sissy about him. I thought once he was going to make love to me—in his awkward way. But he didn’t. I wonder we he didn’t. The rest of them do. June 12—Hurrah! Howard’s mother has just telegraphed me that she will be here for our wed- ding. He actually asked me last night if I would be his wife when he came back home, and we are to be married tomorrow, even if it is the thirteenth. Wired Mat- thews his answer early this morn- ing. The wedding is to be a quiet one, but I’m going to ask Gilmore to sing ‘“‘O Promise Me” during the ceremony if he can get a pass for tomorrow evening. What Money Can't Buy Polly—I suppose Mrs. Pneurich has the best of everything. Dolly—Well, perhaps the best of everything except manners. Overworked Twelve thousand words already have been added to our vocabulary by the war, it is said. But, thank heaven, no other is overworked as is “camouflage”! Drazen by Zim “ What yer thinkin’ about, Bill?” “ Oh, I was just wonderin’ if the drouth is spoilin’ the crops at home.” Bitt—U. S. A. What in blazes are you dallyin’ there for, Bill?” “W'y, Lcan’t go over that barbed wire without me mitts!"