Judge — June 21, 1919 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Release and Relief H-YAH! I’ve sold out,” said the founder of the Red Front Store at traveling salesman. ‘The new man takes hold next Monday morning. Yes, it will be in business at the old stand for so long, and U'll prob’ly miss the familiar routine and the instance, I'll miss the joys of turning out in the grizzly gray of a winter morning to shiver the old acquaintances to set around all day while they talk about nothing, and I'll miss closing time at night to sell a quarter’s worth of something on credit to somebody who had to laugh at the moss-covered jokes that | have heard every day for twenty- with his suffering stomach, as he has been doing regularly since 1897, and relates in de- done to him, I’ll miss being there to sym- pathize with him. I shall likewise miss the storekeeper is constantly subjected—when the band and the basket-ball team want them. When prominent and influential leg-pullers come about me with the statements that the business have the keen pleasure of giving them both barrels. And so on and so forth. Yes, I'll miss the familiar By Tou P. Morcas E Grudge, in reply to the inquiry of the considerable of a change for me, after being old acquaintances quite a good deal. For like a corn-popper while [ build the fire for coming down in the rain two hours after all day to buy it in. I'll also miss having eight years. When Austin Ake comes in tail what he has done for it and what it has countless petty hold-ups to which a village horns and leather bladders they can go to the ant for men should dig up for this or that worthy cause I can routine and the old acquaintances—the sponges, louts, iy, wea ly Nemuan Anrneny Mr. Herwsanlot—Yes, that's one of my fifty-seven attachments ——$ serene Draen by Cuawrons Yours The Girl—1 thought you were decorated for daring? deadbeats and bores, and the swell-headed drummers who are everlastingly trying to sell me something | don’t want—I’ll miss ’em all, and I'll be glad to miss ‘em!" “I—ah!—see,” returned the salesman. “And I, t00, shall miss something. I'll miss having to cater and kowtow to one boneheaded old grouch in order to get his petty business, and——” “Yep!—that’s so, too. We all our troubles, haven’t we, Say! try one of the Settin’ Bull cigars that you sold me last trip.” “Thank you, Mr. Snorky. care if I do.” Don’t “The Quality of Mercy Is Not Strained” “T s'pose rain interferes a good bit with this open air Shakespeare?” “Some. But I got so I could play Hamlet with an umbrella.” Jenny Splashed Me By A. H. Fouwri (After Leigh Hunt, of a sloppy day) Jenny splashed me where I stood, Passing in the car she sat in; Toe to tile, I got it good. What I said—well, don’t put that in; Ne’er a glance she gave, nor smile; Cut as cool as e’er abashed me; Merely S-W-O-0-S-H! From toe to tile, Jennie splashed me as