Judge — August 3, 1918 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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Dominating Mentality By H. W. Dee OMINATING mental- D ity is what makes you look fierce and com- manding out of the eyes, chin and forefinger. “It is found mostly in efficiency experts, city school superin- tendents, physical culturists, real estate and insurance agents, and managers of cor- respondence schools. Dominating _ mentality is very hard on the innocent bystander. It makes you feel like a fish in a sieve. When you come under its awful influence you begin to shrivel up and bleat at the gills. That is just what the fellow with the D. M. wishes. zn by Ropxey Tnomson And then, before you can Nosopy say Jack Robinson, you have swapped your birthright for a scrap of paper and a vain regret. Such is the progress of science that you can now buy yourself a dominating mentality if nature has not already queered you with one. They cost all the way from two dollars to two hundred, depending entirely upon which advertisement you choose to believe. Now and then some fool tries to use a dominating The Summertime: Uncle Walt's Exclusive Weekly Message to Judge = summer’s here for which we yearned when wintry winds were blowing, when water into icebergs turned, and it was always snowing. We used to look across the lea, where blizzards were cavorting, and say, “The summer- time for me, instead of gales rip- snorting!’ The snow was heaped against the door in bleak and gray December, and how we caved around and swore you doubtless will remember. How sadly then I smote my lyre, producing strains unpleasing, and grumbled like a house afire, because my feet were freezing. Ah, me,” I cried, “for azure skies! I’m tired of winter's rigors! How cheerfully I’d swat the flies, and shoo away the chiggers! Oh, never more will I get sore, when summer heatis grilling! It’s better Draten by E. Frourt mentality on his wife. If she is similarly afflicted and has enough confidence in her good looks, she pumps him full of lead with an automatic and goes on the stage. All things considered, it seems that the only safe thing to do with a D. M. is to exploit the dear and gul- lible public with it—at long range, preferably. Says J. Fuller Gloom: NOTHING looks quite so * “ wise as abysmal stupid- ity. It has always been a great temptation to me to swear into an car trumpet. A second-hand motor car and a self-made man have no difficulty in proving it. ‘The woman who traces her ancestry back to William the Conqueror generally looks it. ‘The man who lived to tell the tale usually devotes all the rest of his life to telling it. Some men have their heads turned by politics and others have theirs twisted clear off. When I read of “simple, honest folk” 1 wonder whether they were considered simple because they were honest or were honest because they were simple. by Walt Mason Home troubling; I wipe away the briny sweat that on my brow is bubbling, and hand out language by the yard, blue language, crisp and snappy; oh, come and see a joyous bard—I am so beastly happy! The flies are crawling on my dome, and_ large mos- quitoes drill me, while I compose this buoyant pome—methinks this heat will kill me. The night’s so hot I cannot sleep, the weary hours I number; I lie awake and count my sheep, in vain inviting slumber. And when at break of day I rise, almost bereft of reason, I rub my red and aching eyes, and say, “This joyful season!” I just went out to get a rose that shone with dewy splendor; a hornet stung me on the nose, and now that organ’s tender. I sat beneath the cherry tree to far than winter's roar and blizzards “A Horxet Stuxc Me ox tne Nose axp read a treasured volume; a lot of fierce and chilling.” he good old summertime is , here, the birds their songs are voicing; the well-known skies are blue and clear; of course I am rejoicing! The summer is the one best bet, it puts an end to Now Tuat Oxcas’s Tenner” bugs camped down on me, and climbed my spinal column. Oh, gentle summer, you’re a peach, but in my soul I’m yearning to hear a wintry blizzard screech, and see the hard coal burning. comicbooks.com