Judge — May 10, 1919 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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Then at another command the men broke ranks and surged toward the house. The three girls had rushed to the door, leaving their father alone. He stood still, his twitching fingers alone betraying his feelings. “T know darn well who that bunch is,” he said slowly to himself. “They are the ones who called and called before going over. They all proposed once at least to my girls. I know, because I had to listen to them. Of course, I’m glad the war is over, but why should the army and navy pick on me!” Drawn by A. B. Watxen Lawyer—Have you any legitimate reasons for not serving on this jury? Mrs. Jones—Yes, Ihave five What Will the Answers Be? By Harry levine Suumway HE man who had endured much called out: s, Agatha, Caroline, come quickly!” r, the three lovely girls, his daughters, came running from different parts of the house to see what had aroused their father. “Look!” he cried, pointing up the street. “It looks likea pa- rade and yet it doesn’t. _Itlacks—the—the unity of a parade.” It did look like a parade, too, a small naval and military parade. There were aviators, infantrymen, leathcrnecks, ensigns, lieutenants, treat-’em-roughs, wagoners, gobs, and they were led by a young major. On they came, oddly as- sorted as to uniforms, but keeping that perfect step and align- ment that military training brings. The little group in the window looked on them with interest and admiration. Never had they seen such a queer procession. As the head of the column came abreast of the house, the major shouted, “Halt!” a : < a « « moby Pace Reses = Slightly Befuddled O I know one thing. After Mis Wife—Joha, dear, look quick! the first of July you're going to be straight!