Judge — May 10, 1919 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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longer than usual. She re- turned to him his progressive weekly with ‘*Drummers’ Yarns” tucked away safely within as if it had never been disturbed. Again she found herself before the mirror, but this time it was a buoyant reflec- tion which she faced. “Wait until we're mar- ried,” she gurgled to herself, plying her orange stick. Its Negative Virtues By Tom P. “was the record of the recent legislature sat- isfactory to your citizens?” “You betcha!” replied the landlord of the tavern at Grudge. “Of course, they didn’t pass the bills we wanted ‘em to—a bank guar- antee law, an honest elec- tion law, one to protect women and children workers, any kind of a law to reduce taxes, and so forth—but they talked about making it a misdemeanor for a female person to smoke a cigarette in public, decided to have the governor's portrait painted, because the artist needed the money and the governor needed the publicity, voted a red necktie to the oldest’ member, debated a ill to regulate the length of women’s dresses, eulogized one of their number for dying, and made it a crime to fire’ a gun within one hundred yards of any public highway except to shoot a dangerous animal or an officer in discharge of his duty. In fact, they kept so busy with their foolishness that they didn’t have time to pass any really harmful laws. So we feel that we got off easy, considering what they might have done to us.”” Morcan Drown by Ht. B. Potrn On THe Ya th’ fish away! —Can't ye chance yer express‘on? Scene Shifters By Orson Lowrty THe 2 chaps who write the paragraphs in the daily papers manage, in the course of their work, to release a good many truths, and lasting. “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players,” said W. S., the Ted Robinson of his time, years and ago in the column of prattle, Exits ©& Entrances, conducted by him in the Stratford Evening Argus That is quite as true now, truer even, than when Father William said it, for Mary and Theda and Mabel and Alice and Norma, also Charlie and Doug and Bill and Jack and practically every- one ‘else to-day acts all over everything, up-stream and down- stream, in the surf, on the shore, in the heavens above, the earth beneath, and in the waters under the earth, utilizing precipices, and skyscrapers too, off and on, and volcanoes and geysers and icebergs and Main Street. Yes, you certainly said some- thing there, William. years Rutn Ye'r © scarin® Modern Way Willis—The Bntish plundered Washington in the war of Why didn’t they get elected to Congress and do it in a nice respectable way? A Million Dollar Conscience This brewery cost me nearly a mil lion—and now Friend—But why don’t The Brewer—Never, sir! you turn it into a soft drink factory? It’s a matter of conscience with me. Drawn by Cauvent Swrru Tre Max Wno Was a Botsnevix, Resouxces tite Ibea ox Taxine Possession or tux Weattn anv Estate He Has Just Isuenireo comicbooks.com