Judge — March 1, 1919 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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March 1, 1919 Man’s Inhumanity to Man By A. Waurer Urtine WAS sick. Short sharp pains had come to me, and I couldn't see. Mrs. McFee must, for a wonder, have noticed my ion, because she said: “I'll send for loctor.”” I remembered the many times she had been how she had told me, “If you, or any had to suffer like this you'd be laid up d; you'd think you were dying,” and I rned a pathetic face to her and murmured, n't. I'll be all right to-morrow. It’s only le trouble.” And I tried to make myself believe she believed me. But [ knew I was dreadfully sick. I was vas insured; glad my business affairs aightened up and in the hands of a competent partner, who would sce that Mrs. MeFee didn’t get the worst of it when the crowd :ppeared after remarking on my naturalness. The doctor came. He brushed the lids back ver my eyes. He looked at my tongue. He felt my pulse. He took my temperature. He shook his head and looked wise. “McFee,” he said, “you're a sick man.” And he wrote sor on a paper and sent t to the druggist. I stretched out in bed and went to sleep. Occasionally I awoke and took medicine. Sometimes I drank some nour- ent. IL bore my ailment patiently, show- g as little grouch as possible. And then, after a time, I was well enough to return to work, I put out my hand to the head bookkeeper and I hope you enjoyed your vi The words of woe J was about to pour into his cars went unuttered. A clerk came into the Mice. He nodded and passed on. he hadn’t missed me while I was aw Another approached. “Well, Mr. lidn’t get up much color,” he rema t Los Angeles or Palm Beach?” I groaned. I wondered where all the sym- pathy of the world was. The office boy whistled his way I'm glad to see you!” he chortled. “Ss good baseball games while you were away? Or did you go to the movies? Gee, but you had good weather, though. One after another the men came and went, cach extending his fulsome phrases of gladness t seeing me at work again after the splendid cation I must have had! And to not one of iem did I breathe a wordas to what my trouble had been, That is, not until my partner came. “Hope your rest did you good,” he vouch- safed. “But it was too blamed bad you had to loaf around the house.” “Twas sicker’n a dog,” [told him. “TI came car dy’ “Half the force were laid up with colds while you were gone,” he said. “ Guess it’s epidemic. Glad you’re back, though. You ought to feel strong now.” Sympathy? Guess, after all, a man’s dope is right: He ought to act like a baby, and then man’s inhumanity wouldn’t crop out. Wait till next time! om bm) ao sae AER pats (OE ws, Millions of Gems in use There's an intimate, helpful relationship, a good fellowship where the GEM Razor is concerned—for more than twenty-five years the “Pal” of men in all walks of life— valued by those who, by actual experience, know the real meaning of efficient service, the boys in Khaki and Blue. Gem Blades take the beard off in a Jify—so softly you never miss it—so smoothly, well, it's too good to be true—but, try it! GEM Complete Includes frame, shaving and_ stropping handles and seven Gem Blades in handsome case as illustrated, or in Khaki case for traveling. Add 50 cents to above price for Canada Gem Cutlery Company, Inc., New York ‘Canadian Branch, S91 St. Catherine St.. W., Montreal comicbooks.com