Judge — December 7, 1918 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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—— a Dri Saxronp Tovser rporal Finney (home after a year in the war)—Com noise. How do ye expect me to take a nap with eve mpressed, As she looked color came to her face. She advanced to a small table beside which the captain was , and for a moment looked eloquent reproof a who had disengaged her arms and n downcast eyes. And there her te expres: at seemed finally with me and id, “please lea in the orderly DW ed young wor it was obeye need not say, Captain Disston, is quite r ec,” said Miss Robe when they were Her face showed a deeper blush. “Ar t man I should have expected would permit such of the regulations of this al, which is for love-making.” not making love, madar ou were permitting that young woman to show affection for you—a young married woman— whom you met for the first time three days ago! Do you realize what this means for her Self-contained as Miss Roberts had always shown herself to be, she now panted with excitement. “T presume,” replied the captain, “the regulations require that she be dismissed forthwith.” “Yes. There could be no other result of her indis- cretion.” “And what is to be done with me, Miss Roberts He had risen, and was smiling. She nervously avoided his glance. “There is ei you are nothing in the rules, I be- lieve, Captain Disston, that applies to a man in such a case. But I had thought you ” He saw her embarrass- mentand broke in: “Then Tescape! Well, your regu- lations are quite de- fective. But this has gone far enough in error.” “Tn error? “Yes. Mrs. Danforth is blameless. “Blameles Did I not “She did as I requested her to do.” “That does not ‘clear the matter, or prove error.” “She and I have kept a secret. She is my sister, Miss Roberts—married to Lieutenant Danforth of my own company.” “But why did you not—why did she pretend otherwise?” “T asked her to pre- tend otherwise “For what purpose?”” “Well, the regulations here have prevented me yreatly desired to do.” from doing something I “T don’t understand!” “Not that the rules here are not admirable and necessary. They are, without doubt. But I have been in love with a woman here for weeks, and dared not tell her so. Just now I have an idea she is not averse to me If I thought she cared for me this would be the happi holiday season I have ever known. After the war, when her duties and mine are finished, no doubt I shall find courage to propose to he Miss Roberts went white and then red again, for st ild not mistake the look Quite Believable By Bex) OU have heard, sir, of the war-map eye, ‘movie’ eye, the auto eye, and shell shock; but did you ever hear of the shirt- ris eye jasiy pe Cassent brain? It was the shirt salesman who asked me this anxiously while leaning over a pile of wearable wall- pape! I confessed I had never heard of the shirt-brain “It’s a disease, sir, special to shirt salesmen. These shirts, each one different in pattern and line, have souls, and they trouble our sleep. “Look at this pile that surrounds me ten hours a day. At night they begin their frantic dances in my brain—each one on a body, and when I awake I have been through the Shirt Gehenna Dance.” And he handed out another $1.98 red, green and brown potpourri to a customer. comicbooks.com.