Judge — October 26, 1918 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Happier Days: by Walt Mason OR weeks around our neighborhood no man put up a smile; old kaiser Bill was sawing wood, the news each day was vile. The Prussians had the right of way. accor to the dope: and small and smaller every day became my stock of hope. I'd meet Bill Huggins as I walked along the village stre and he looked sad and pained and shocked, with frost on both his feet. “Cheer up,” I'd say, “the news is bum, luck’s with the Teu- ton swine; I fear the worst is yet to come, but let us not repine.” “I’m trying hard,” would answer Bill, “to wear a hopeful grin; but now and then my eyes will fill, and bitter weeps begin. I feel quite sure that in the end we'll win the blooming row, but it is beastly hard, my friend, to spring a smile just now.” Then I'd encounter Pagar Forde, and say, “Well, Ed, old sox, the Prussian, with his large tin sword, is giving us hard knocks. But let us not discourage folks, with tears that grieve and vex; let’s pass around our sickly jokes, and smile, or break our necks.” Then Ed would say, “It’s a disgrace Drawn by B.. Frown the way “I Fear tur Worst Is Yet to Cone, But Let Us Nor Repine.” the Teuton wins, but every day I sprain my face attempting cheer-up grins. In other times I used to bask in sunny smiles all day, but now it is the hardest task that ever came my w. I try to keep a buoyant. soul, and send grief to the deuce, but have to use a ten-foot pole to pry a chortle loose.” I thought it fine how men would try to hide their feelings sore, when they were prone to go and cry behind the cellar door. I went to Harry Norton’s shop one bleak and bitter morn, when all the scare-heads seemed to yawp intelligence forlorn. Then Harry gulped away a sob, and said, in shaking tones, “We soon will can that kaiser swab, and shake dice with his bones.” Since then the news has changed its hue, great victories we’ve won, and no man wears a visage blue unless he is a Hun. And now I see the boys cavort around the village green, and throw their hats and rip and snort, with glad and joyous mien. I wonder if the losing Teuts are bearing up as well as did our neighborhood galoots when things were shot to Hackensack, N. J.? “He Is THe Familiar Folks. By H.W. Illustration by UST listen to William Blow. This morning he is claiming credit for the astounding success of the Fourth Liberty Loan drive. You will recall Wil- liam, doubtless, as the blustering fellow who con- fessed to you some time ago that he was the man who threw politics out of the city schools, broke up the court house gang, made such a howling success of the Red Cross campaign, taught his wife how to use system in her housework, broke the baby of sucking her thumb, organized the West Side movement for improved streets, and effected the organization of the juvenile court. Mr. Blow believes that the safest way to become Man Wuio Has Reatty Mave No. 2. Au You Wnuat You Are. William Blow Davis BERT LEVERING great is to lie low during the doubtful part of the fight and claim credit after the victory is assured. He straddles the fence until it sinks beneath him. Then he slips the contrary foot over on the winning side and turns about to receive the congratulations of those who have been behind him. Thanks to this clever little trick, he is always in the vanguard of the victors. William is a good down-hill fighter. But don’t depend upon his aid if your cause begins to slip. Go ahead and make your cause popular. Soon thereafter you will learn—in a whispered conference with Bill— that he is the man who has really made you whatyou are. comicbooks.com