Judge — June 21, 1919 — page 5: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Propanie ANTECEDENT x Certaty PostaasteR GENERAL The Long, Long Trail to Home Fires By Harry Irving Suumway USIE. MAY had all the cute arts rolling around her like Will Rogers’ lariat. She could play * Narcissus” with both hands crossing from star- board to port without falling from the piano stool. In short, she was culinary, musical, brainy, yet the fly in the ointment was the general ab- sence without leave of the tame species. The boys were elsewhere. ‘The strange part of it all was that she photographed well. Many times had she vainly inquired of the briny pillow the real reason for this painful ostracism. The answer was not forthcoming. She had heard that everybody has a mate in this world. He might be stalking around in the jungles Mica beating up tigers. There was a bare possi- bility that he might be custodian of a totem pole in Mask And then again, the one she was destined to trot with down the long red carpet to where the ex- a. lain was waiting might be driving a Ford jitney in Calcutta. Anyway, somewhere on this globe there was a heart that had the same number on it that hers But where was he at?) ‘That was the question usie May, id toher “your game of blindman’s buff is away overdue. Youhave be ‘it’ for, lo, these ma moons. It impossible t page all mankind; — beside he may not speak En The small town has its VU tell the world blueberrving where fy Max Warsow pail A Dicest ot s the berries are the thickest. ‘This is good dope and Susie May knew it. So one day she donned the garb of a Sally and not long after that she was in the big show overseas. Of course, her main reason was to be of help, but surely there was no harm in being where most of the men were Susie May made good just the same as she had at the piano and the easel. Many a doughboy could vouch for the fact that whizz-bangs and other mementos from Fritz were nothing in her young life while she was ad- ministering hot doughnuts when doughnuts were ban- quets. There came a day when the little piece of silk and metal could no longer be denied her, even if anybody had wished to deny it, which they didn’t. The young looking major-general who pinned it on her coat said something about “valor” and “under fire,” but his mind wasn’t on his work. It was his eyes that Susie May was listening to and nobody in the big human square heard it but His eyes said: “Where have you been? I’ve been hunting all over the map for you ever since | can remember. I knew there was a girl for me some- where if [hunted long enough and hard enough. I'll see you after the pall-bearers have laid Fritz away. Susie May’s heart rej itself: “This lad was a long time coming, but it was worth it. It is Prince Charmin ut a doubt, all dressed Wortp's Humor up in khaki. I had thought