Judge — August 10, 1918 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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SE ee —————— Ee EEE ————————— EE Looking up, He saw that his head was being brushed By the stiff and rigid feet of his Ruler, Whom Kuttup had swung, From a rope around his neck, To the parapet above. Turning to his companions. And pointing to the swinging feet, | This citizen remarked, between his “And th Dey!” is is the end of a perfect In the Defense of Love By 1. V. Butuar OVE, the greatest boon to civili- L zation in that it supports a surprisingly large number of incompetents—novelists, palmists, advisers of the Love-lorn, jokesters, poets, and younger brothers, all of whom would otherwise have to go to work—is most viciously and cruelly maligned. With complete forget- fulness of the great amount of good done by Love, many people rush headlong into gross slander and libel of this beautiful, if disconcerting, emotion on absolutely no provocation. For instance, it has been said and said so often that it now receives the honor due a proverb, that Love is blind—an utterly baseless accusation fraught, it seems, with nothing short of malice. How can any girl be filled with love for a two-footed fish with a pale pink fuzziness on its upper lip and less chin than an eel, if Love is blind? How could any man declare his Love for a fruit that was once “peach” but has since turned apricot, if Love is blind? Drazen by Nowstax Axtuony with the fresh blush of the Sun still on its cheeks. It sees in the face which has become a lurid ocean through frequent strolls to the corner drug store, the beautiful features of a second and greater Cleopatra. And yet they say that Love is blind—perfidious mortals! It is those who say that Love is blind who are really blind, and in their ignorance they go about throw- ing slurs indiscriminately on poor long-suffering, hard-working Cupid. Misunderstood Ned—I was touched by her sweet manner. Ted—For how much? All Answered at Once He—I want to get married. Do you think I will? Wuere to Srenp Tue SuMMER She—Don't ask me! Superfluity First fish—What do you consider a non-essential industry? Second fish—Making artificial flie: Discretion Black—And so your wife asked you for two hundred dollars yesterday! Aren't you broke? White—Oh, no—I only ce her fifty cents! Club Item Boston maid to her small brother John Quincy. know the difference between Yale and Harvard? ymall brother—Certainly—about ten lengths in rowing and five to nothing in baseball Don’t you How could any man look into two eyes totally surrounded by «sn ocean of quick-de- tachavlecoloring matter and declare that his heart is filled with Love which, for lasting qualities, makes the Universe seem like a “‘lady-firecrack- er’? in comparison, if Love is blind? Yet Samuel John- son, who was the first man with courage enough to frame definition of Love for tionary purposes, did that very thing when he made Love to his adored “Titty.” No, Love is not blind. It sees what no one un- stricken by it can see. It sees in the above-mentioned fish another Napoleon— another Sir Walter Raleigh— ready to throw down his coat for the girl who becomes a queen when filled with Love for this fish. It seesin the Drawn apricot a full blown peach Cuarres AXTON Tennis Term—Forty, Love! The Higher Life By Dovotas Mattoca Oe world is getting better: Men Now long for higher things; And even woman now and then For something higher sings. Each day high aspirations come; Life scems so dull and flat; We long for something higher. Some Want this and some want that He wants a car of higher power, And she a higher rent. The daughter wants a higher dower, The banker high per cent. The railroad wants a higher rate, The grocer higher price; The player wants a higher straight, ‘The reader higher spice. We long for higher dividends, For higher profits we; We want to mix with higher friends In high society “Live higher!” cries to me and you The parson, godly mai And all of us are trying Live higher than we can. comicbooks.com