Judge — December 21, 1918 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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“Ou, How We Hate to Get Up 1n THE Morn- ING— : But How We Like To Stay Out at Nicurt.” The Lucky Throe By Ge.etr Burcess Illustrated by Gevetr Burcess (And he never took a lesson in his life) T was 6.65 o’clock of a wild winter morning when Igo Czarda awoke wide awake in the Inn. In that winter weather one would rather be in than out the Inn, Out, it was bitter; but in it was better. It was, in fact, what is called cold; so cold he was cooled. He almost keeled over, killed with cold. Jumping from his pallet, he ‘gargled his palate and took his palette and began to paint—paint and pant, with bis eyes shut. They were like boiled onions, with cream sauce, his eyes. Why open them? He would have seen only the chim- neyed chamber of a silvery Slovak 3 inn, But when his eyes were cleverly closed he saw the fairy face of the doll that he adored—Frita Banana! Alas for his hungry hopes! She was a Jugo-Czech, while he was Czecho-Jug. He was not in her circle. While it was terribly simple, yet it was simply terrible. In his despair he painted her with seven chins—and she had only five! Finally, funnily he flung down his brushes and walked (not ran) to the nearest window. Opening the curious casement, he: looked down into a charming square— Matzos Square, the center of the little village of Vako- slavia. No signs of life were visible, only the life in- surance signs. Igo thought serious- ly of throwing himself out the window. Looking down, he de- cided it was too farfrom the ground. He was not in her Circle. He looked down inio a charming Square. ——— “No, I want nothing in Mat Line.” So, after he had seen the scene, he descended the stair, to stare morosely at the brick breakfast table. “As I thought,” he said, “en- dives and eggs. No, I want noth- ing in that line. They are too mere. Whatcare I for mere food? I long for love; and I have loved for long.” He found a deserted Spot. Where now was Frita Ba- nana? She had his heart, and how he needed it! Silently he sought a place to die. At last he found a deserted spot, and, kneeling, knelt in prayer. Then, after lan- uidly licking his freezing finger, ¢ removed a ring—the round ring he had -bought for Her. But it would never be Her-ring now. “T love every hair on your head!” often he had exclaimed. But as she was unable to count over a million, she never knew just how much he loved her. No doubt she overestimated it. She had thin hair. Vv All this he re- membered as he gazed at the handsome _ dia- mond. Then, shuddering, blinded with tears, “To the devil with you!” he shricked, and flungitfrom him, straight across the street. ‘He gawd at the hand- some Diamond. Somebody saw it. Some- body caught it. Somebody put it on her fat fourth finger. On the other side of the street Frita Ba- nana bawled, “Come over, Igo, Ilove you!” But Igo was already across. Igo was already a- Cross. comicbooks.com