Judge — June 21, 1919 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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pose is quite true,” the low- browed person explained. “And after that, it’s some- thing else. The truthis that poor Daubit is confined in a private asylum for the hope- lessly deranged. And more than that, his sad misfortune is entirely due to what you are pleased to suppose is a sure road to success: namely, his utter and unquestioning faith in his life work.” “Overwork?” the pro- fessor hinted. “Daubit stopped drawing some time ago,” the low- browed person answered. “Then I'd surely like to have you tell me what hap- pened to him,” the professor snapped. “No trouble at all,” the low-browed person continued. “As I said in the beginning, those pictures of fruits and vegetables Daubit drew were marvelous works of art. He believed in them so strongly that he quit drawing and Drwen by Jor A, Rrax “How would you like your hair cut today, Mr. Groucher?” “In strict silence. Ifyou make one remark about July tst [’'m going to walk out.” Automobile Agent—All right barrow or a baby carriage. He pressed her to his throbbing heart and said: “I love you, Mag.” He kissed her right upon the lips. That's what the pirate did. Quite horrified, the maiden cried: “Your kisses I forbid. I thought you were a gentleman. Release me, right a You cannot pull that ca stuff on me and make it pa She said if he kissed her again, She'd show him to the door. He grasped her in his manly arms And kissed her nine times more. (She married him.) The God in the Machine Customer—I want a machine that isn’t expensive as to gas- oline or upkeep and one that I needn’t worry about in the way of punctures. I can sell you either a wheel- tried to grow some, like the pictures, in his own garden. If you ever made a garden I have no need to say more.” Giddy Gear By Right of Conquest By Roy K. Mouttosx BASHFUL suitor called one night to storm the maiden’s heart. It was his very first attempt He didn’t know his part. He sat far off across the room in manner circumspect, Resolved to say no word to which the lady might object The weary evening wore away At last he had the sand To walk across the yawning space and limply take her hand. He softly stroked her silken hair, and, daring not to speak, He bent in humble reverence and lightly kissed her cheek. Quite horrified, the maiden cried: “Your kisses I forbid! Stop them at once. mean it"—and He did—the chump— he did. (She canned him.) Another came another night and grasped her in his arms. He lost no time in mooning o’er the manner of her charms. He didn’t let his suit grow stale nor conversation lag. Draen by C. P, Pevems Author—(who gets “Oh!” he sneered, . in teaching stenography, we are strong on ac- “How are you on speed?” “Well, the last girl we graduated married her employer in three weeks.” ag a word, dictating) “No, no, no, no, no, no, no!” she protested. h, ho! Oh, ho! Oh, ho!” nu