Judge — November 9, 1918 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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“Sue Worsuips tue Emotions” Familiar Folks. No. 4. Miss Ysabelle Posey By H. W. Davis Illustration by AvBert Leverinc URFEW shall not ring tonight—not if Miss Ysabelle can prevent it. And she seems very determined and very earnest. Miss Ysabelle, you will recall, is the popular girl elocutionist in your town, or the town nearest yours. She is never farther away than that. Ysabelle’s mother is said to have great hopes for her. Her father, who has more sense, is praying that she will get married before she gets much further in expression. She, herself, is yearning desperately to go on the stage Echoing Rills “NOTICE the horse-faced guy that just went out?” asked Heloise, a waitress in the rapid-fire restaurant. ‘I don’t know whether he is a kidder or an undertaker with a jag on.” “Well, f'r cat’s sake!” returned Claudine, another wait- ress. ‘What'd he do?” “Why, he looked around at the customers gulluping their soup, and says he, ‘Ah and do Lady Macbeth and Ophelia and perhaps the win- some Rosalind. Nobody else, except a few tearful old ladies, is much concerned about what happens to her. Miss Posey has big feet, a rolling nose, a receding chin, and lots of frowzled hair and temperament. She is tall and loosely assembled. No man in his right mind could ever truly love her. She worships the emotions and suffers severely at times from subordination of the brain. Ysabelle vows that her name has been spelled with a Y from infancy. She’s that kind of a girl. Back to the Bricks “T HEAR the Van Antlers have left their Adirondack camp and opened up their town house.” “Isn't it early for them to do that?” “Yes. But Van Antler said he longed for the free- dom and simplicity of city life—after their full summer, you know.” Into the Discard young lady, permit me to compliment this es- tablishment on the acoustic properties of its soup. It is the best I ever listened to.’ ” The Wrong Pitch “T never considered *Squire Ramsbottom half as big a man as he always seemed to think he was,” said old Riley Rezzidew. ‘‘Of course, he has been as fair and} reliable a Justice of the Peace, during the seven terms he has held the office, as we've ever had. But he cer- Mrs, Flubdub—John, in these hard times, don’t you ever try to save any money? Mr. Flubdub— Sure. I saved four dollars to- day. Borrowell struck me for a loan of five and Tonly let him have one. Patriot by Proxy “Very public spirit- ed, is he not?” “Oh, yes! He is con- tinually in a high fever because somebody else does not do something about something im- mediately.”” Well Along tainly does pitch the poorest game of horse- shoes of any man of his experience that I ever have you towards it? seen.” Jack—A wife. Drawn by Banks War Romance Mrs, Joknly—Jack, L hear that you are going to start housekeeping. What Bess—How oldis Mae? Jess—She has reached the “wouldn’t marry the best man living” age. comicbooks.com