Judge — March 22, 1919 — page 9: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Drown by 3.S. Scusvant “Here's to Farner Noau, tue Oxty Weatuer Propuet oF Previcr ‘Continued Fair.’ The Fate of the Man-About-Town By AH was dressed with scrupulous care. Nothing in his attire was overemphasized, but there was a certain air about him, a sophistication which proclaimed the man-about-town. He had that about him which women admired and younger men envied and sought to imitate. As soon as he entered the goody shop, the chap in the white jacket behind the soda-counter nodded a cordial welcome and immediately busied himself. The man- about-town spoke never a word, but hummed a snatch of tune, one of the latest Broadway tunes, and waited In two minutes or less, a French frappé, vanilla cream, and equal parts of raspberry syrup and pine- apple juice were placed before him, and he had begun to toy with the spoon. “Gee,” whispered a young hick who had watched it all, “he never ordered a thing. The feller behind the counter knew just what he wanted and he gave it to him One of them sure-enough man- about-town guys!” And the hick person had zed him aright. Formerly, in the old “wet” days, it had been a bartender who filled his unspoken order, and, in- stead of a French frappé, had made for him something of dry gin and Italian vermouth. This story is a little in Fotweu H Drawn by 3K. Bavass rue Wrote Buxcu Wo Dipy’t His Reasonable Request “ M ISTER MAYOR and gents,” determinedly began Con- IVE Stable Sam T. Slackputter, the redoubtable sleuth of Petunia, addressing the governing board of the municipality, “JT must have more salary, or the order of your honorable board has got to be modified. I'm tired of having motorcycles and Ford cars run over my feet. It is not only painful, but it is underneath the dignity of an officer of the law. “Some time ago you ordered me to quit slouching—although I am here to say that that is about all a feller can do on fifty dollars a month, the way times is—and dude up, wear a clean collar, and put my best foot for’ards. Also, I done it. And ‘most every time I've took my position in a prominent locality, with my coat buttoned up, my chest porched out, and my right foot advanced—the picture, if I do say it myself, of what an officer should be—here comes some dad-blamed car or motor- cycle tearing around the corner and runs over my foot. I've stood it just as long as I can, Mister Mayor and gents, and I'll have to have ten dellars more a month or you've got to abscond your order.” Domestic Standpoint Willis—Do you think we are going to have any trouble with athe demobilization? Gillis—I'm afraid so. My wife thus far has refused to give up her rolling-pin and flat-iron Explained Teacher—What do you know about Aladdin’s lamp? Willie Willis—If he's the new advance of its time. It fore- casts the fate of the man- about-town in the year 1920. Say, Pa, what's an eight-day cloc ‘One that goes cight days without winding “And how long does it go if you don’t wind kid in the back row I’m the guy that blacked it for him. comicbooks.com