Judge, 1918-11-02 · page 30 of 32
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Be Dad ge dad SSS Fea en On a Troop Train By Private Cuantes Divine, 207th Inf. rs “Right by file!” the sergeant says; the line pours in the door. “Three men to each two seats.” Equip- ment’s tucked upon the floor. A “day coach” from an ancient day, a black an’ grimy car; “Hey, engineer! Where do we go? An’ what's the dope, how far?” The window's up, an’ heads are out; the engine breathes a snort, An’ starts along an unknown way for some un- mentioned port. A guard is posted at each door. ‘Heads in!” goes up the cry, But every window's occupied to see the world go by, To watch the houses flyin’ past, the meadows rollin’ green, Or where a flash o’ white reveals a maiden’s to be seen. An’ some—the noisy, shoutin’ lads—fling jests at every tree, An’ some are writin’ home—or where their home some day will be. A farmer in a furrow stops his plowin’, hat in hand, An’ nods his grisled head to show that he can understand. The soldiers wavin replied An’ hit a sergeant with a note to which a stone was tied. A white-haired woman on a porch, where crimson ramblers clung She smiles heart-deep—behind her back a service flag is hung! at a gate, the girl who soon The detail from the cook car, luggin’ pans along the aisle, The eager hands that flourish tins beneath the ladler’s smile: Potato salad, bread an’ ham, an’ coffee strong as sin, An’ half of it goes in your lap an’ half upon your chin. The tins are washed at window ledge; outside the mad drops fly, Unless the wind deflects their course into your seat-mate’s eye. The noisy, shoutin’ lads resume their pagan bursts of cries, An’ one reveals a secret vice—a mouth-organ he plies! A tenor an’ ten other men, who make a small ‘q ette,”” Remind “Sweet Adeline” can't forget. At length a bugler blowin’ “taps” is heard beyond the door they love her—'til she copy THIS SKETCH 5 Mat sth it. Cartoon. The Landon School dszzize The An’ strange, distorted figures curlin’ close on seats and floor; Grotesque in pale-lamped shadows, an’ cramped in crowded gloom, Through which the changin’ sentry climbs, if he can find the room; Outside, the platform is his post, a lonely watch he keeps, More lonely fer the breathin’ coach where half an outfit sleeps; Companion with the engine’s shriek, the train's deep-throbbin’ croon, With thoughts 0’ what’s before him, an’—the passing stars . . . the moon. Uncle Fogy's Philosophy By Tom P. Morcan [AvcH and grow flat. Profanity is a curse. Of two evils why choose either? Most glad hands are too clinging. Be sure your kin will find you out. It’s a short shave that has no squirming. He is a poor man who won’t work some days. How the fool and his money bore each other! In a small town a fire is a social function. If it is a fact there is no necessity of arguing about it. The man who has never been kissed need not brag about it. He looks it. You may have noticed that the mastodonic salaries paid the movie stars are mostly naughts. What does it profit a man to own a house big enough for ten men and have the bath tub too short for one man? Some marriages are like the old-fashioned farce comedy that used to be advertised as “one continuous roar from start to finish.” udge The mission of this publication is to preach the gospel of cheerfulness Copyright, 1918, by Lesli Joye Com ny. Entered at the Post-office - second-class mail mat Cable address “Judgark,” Telepbooe 6632 Madison Square, ublished weekly by Lesli¢Judge Company. Brunswick Building, #25 Fifth Avenue, New York. Jobo A. Sleicber, Pr . Sleicher, See’y. rerritor A. E. Rollaver, Treasurer. Grant E. Hamilto Art Director. A. Waldroa, Literary Editor. 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HEADACHE TABLETS 27 YEARS THE ENEMY OF PAIN kr Headaches, Neuralgias, La Grippe an2Colds Women's Aches anallls, iC 2nd Pains Sk boar Drggist far AX Tablets 10° ©) — 25° See. Monogram JK an the Genuine The Antikamnia Chemical Co, St. Louis _ Military Term wm, THIS ADMIRABLE PICTURE « which adorned the cover of a recent issue of JUDGE has been reproduced én full colors and mounted on a heavy mat, Il x 14, ready for the frame. For twenty-five cents, cash or stamps, we will send it, postage free. Judge Art Print Department, 225 Fifth Av., New York City comicbooks.com