Judge — February 1, 1919 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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— Penalized By Pvt. Hexsert Staxton Marsuetz, U.S. 4. RAHAM COURTNEY, still in the lower thirties, G sat in the lobby of his favored down-town hotel and watched the flow of the multi-colored throng toward the whirlpool of Broadway and Forty- second Stre 3 For the first time in weeks he noticed the change in the moving mass of men and women; the dominance of khaki. Officers, and men of the ranks were every- where. ‘To Graham Courtney the addition of returnin Americans was an event of little significance. It had transpired, but there was no reason to reflect upon it. War had made little impression upon him. He had never felt the desire to serve. A few hours at his desk each day, the club, the hotel, anevening with some woman of magnetic beauty Courtney craved facial perfection—such was the daily life that satisfied him. In full contentment he smoked and watched alternately the street and the revolving door. Then he went to the telephone. “This is Graham,” he said to the woman he knew as Maryon. “Where shall we go tonight He raised his eyebrows at her reply. “You can’t go—a previous engagemen not a previous engagement! Then ?—an officer just 7) jt | Pe vuce es sf sss) Draws by ROB. Poutem How Ir Semen to Jones Wury His Neicusor’s Doc Gor on His Lar. returned! ‘Today!—Yes, I un- derstand. Yes. Good-bye. Some other time. Yes. Yes. \ Courtney thought a moment, then asked for another number “Graham speaking. I have tickets for a 4 wonderful con- cert this eve- ning. At eight sharp. Can you be ready? What's that? Not tonight! - Oh, I see; got back today You don’t say The what? Oh, Croix de “| Guerre, y course. morrow eve- - ning, then?— == Not all week! You don’t mean aN yes, some @) other time, per- ss nm by dows Hea, Ju Tue Orewa Is Very Dutt Tostcnr. Ni Sraxxie on Brititancy. haps. He hung up without saying good-bye, and went into the lobby, where he paced up and down for five minutes. But he soon found himself in the booth again. Uhree other conversations were strangely similar. Courtney could not believe his cars. Not once in the past year had a woman refused an engagement. But five in an evening! He stared into the throbbing lobby, but saw no one, nothing. Then he shook himself into action, and with heroic determination phoned his wife. She would be sur- prised, but he did owe it to her. “Tell Mrs. Courtney I'll be there about nine,” he said. Again the reply astounded him. ‘*Mrs. Courtney is out!” he repeated. The balance of the maid’s conversation seemed very indistinct, but he caught the words France and Captain. When Courtney returned to his chair in the lobby, the crowd on the street had new significance and he caught himself taking his own measure. Waiting for John By Texxysox J. Dart HEN Johnny comes marching home again he'll be so full of pep That he will whoop the old farm up with “ Double quick! Hep! hep!” He'll note so many things to do with his keen, level gaze, Then probably he'll wear us out with his new-fangled ways He'll roust us out at half-past four, and rush us plumb till night, And possibly he'll tell us that it’s either work or fight In fact, he'll likely hustle us until it gives us pain, But we can stand it all if John will just come home again. comicbooks.com