Judge — April 12, 1919 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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You were going to get up anyway, but it makes it seem safer if he puts his antiseptic O. K. on it. So then the preparations for the event start. Your easy chair must face the window with the sun in it. Your blanket must be placed just so. Then a few kindly arms lead you over to the chair—and the con- valescence begins. People speak very gently to you. They don’t bark and snap as they did before you were struck down. You answer them slowly, deliberately, without turning your head. There is a note of sadness, of forgiveness even, in your voice. They haven't done anything for which to be forgiven, but you can make them think they have if you strike the right note. u feel better?” they ask, anxious] tate just the right number of seconds and then say, “Yes, I’m all right, I guess. I won’t keep you up here. I'll be all right—alone. Go down-stairs and enjoy yourselves.” And they go down-stairs knowing darned well they have done something but they don’t know what it is. And keep’emthis way. Then you can get more than your quota of oranges, and when cigars begin to come with real tobacco in ‘em, you can eke out a supply of these, too. Once let your folks feel that they have done all they Drawn by Puss Most could for you and your graft is gone. But with a little ATTENTION voice play and repressed style of acting, you can make “em cry over their neglect. Try and look as ard him. He wanted to grasp her, to say a thousand = much like William Faversham as possible and all will mad things . . . and suddenly found himself doing it, be well. enjoying it. In a maze of rainbow dreams Brumlcigh was putting away his car, after they had mo- tored home to tell Arline’s aunt of their en- gagement. He leaned over, plucked forth the switch-plug, that Arline had found half an hour after he had proposed to her—found, she said, with her boot-toe on the car bottom. He inspected it fondly, apostrophized it: “If it had not been for your coming loose, I never would have found out that the dearest girl in all the world loves me.” His eyes bulged, focusing themselves upon the tip of the plug. /t seas nicked, the one he had made for Arline. He looked on the car floor, on the seat cushion. The other plug, his own, was embedded in the upholstery of the seat—on the side where she had sat. And she would be fat at thirty! “Better, Thank You!”’ By Harry Ixvinc Suumway T isn’t everybody who knows how to con- valesce. There are plenty of people who know how to get sick, but very few who are up on the fine points of throwing the wan smiles from the pillow as soon as the red cor- puscles begin to beat up the white ones. The doctor comes around one day and stares at you in that rude medical way. Hum,” he says, which is the medical Latin for “What the h— shall I say to this Prmn /¥ Saxronn Toco guy anyway “Hum, I guess you can get Ir Att tHe Booxs We Loaneo to Frienps WERE up. Suppenty Returnev! comicbooks.com