Judge — June 22, 1918 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Hurry, Girls! By Curstertox Topp GIRLS! It is your duty to love someone. Every soldier at the front depends upon some woman at the rear. It may be a sweetheart, a wife or a mother. It may be all three or it may be only one. ‘Cr ies c The more women every Carison Drawn by Gro. L. More Evotution—From Pacirist to Hun Pup Tan By A. B. Bootn ROM June to September the one great ambition of the white race is to be black. In the streets, on ferry-boats, in the parks, everywhere you see people taking off their hats and craning their anxious faces to the sun. On the beach they bake for hours, until their legs and arms are like crack- ling, and = murmur luxuri- ously as they examine their blisters: “Tt’s a wonderful burn. I'll have a fine coat of tan out of this.” When you have got it, what can you do with it? It’s practically useless to you after every one has seen it. You can take it to the office and make the force say, “My, my!” You can take it home and make the family say,“ My,my!”” You can take it out calling and make your friends say, “My, my!” And then you're absolutely through. It seems like a lot to go through for a mighty little. You could get the same result by tattooing, and it would not have to be done over every year. Tattooing is painful but no more so than sunburn, and once done it would be over with forever. We have specialists who put a “permanent wave” in hair. Why can we not have some one to put a permanent sunbrown on our faces? There’s one thing about wanting tan: always get your wish. Drazen by E. V “Aw, let up will yer! Kenmore you nearly ee © Te Ak an iis by Zale ‘There ain't nuthin’ ter sing about!” aed IN of § boy at the front feels that he has back of him, the better he can fight. Morale is three- fourths of every battle won. Girls! Love a soldier or a sailor boy! It is your solemn, patriotic duty. Don’t say to yourself “I am too homely, I am too self-conscious, I am not attractive enough.” That is pure nonsense. The finest love matches in the world have been between the homeliest people. Besides, you are not homely. You are very beau- tiful—to someone. Don’t delay! Love a soldier or a sailor. Do your bit! An Indulgent Parent By Tom P. Morcax EY!” called a motorist, halting his car in front of where Mr. Gap Johnson, of Rumpus Ridge, Ark., was sitting at his ease on the ver- anda of his residence. “Are those your children playing by the creek, just around the bend, there?” “TI reckon,” was the nonchalant reply. ‘What have they been doing to you?” “They did nothing to me. But I noticed six of the small ones away up in a tree, astride of a limb that overhangs the creek, with a big boy en- deavoring to saw it off be- tween them and the trunk of the tree. If he accom- plishes his purpose they will fall into the creek, and a “Aw, well, they need a bath, anyhow. And besides, children must have their fun, and if they weren’t playing there they’d prob’ly be wallering in the big road and getting run over by—yaw-w-w-wn!—automobiles.” aye awe (je NEI “O fe a a a LEG Tuat Nicut ix toe Country Wuen tHe Moon Was Futt comicbooks.com XUM