Judge — August 2, 1919 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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lation is to listen to a silver-tongued Hon. address- ing the dear people, and try to figure out, from what he promises on his sacred word of honor to do for us, what he really will do to us, if elected Idealists By Rarew ML Jones Young Leon Trotzky said one day To Nicolai Lenine “Don’t carry on that way, old chap, We're really doing fine!” To Trotzky then old Nick Lenine Replied in accents faint “TL know we're doin’ fi But Russia, Trot, she pronounces his name—Trot-she—just like Worth It . . “Will nothing please you?” moaned the author, as the editor The Substitute anded him a market basket full of unsaleable manuscripts “PL Moneas One thing will,” said the editor, when he had OKed an order on a printer for five hundred thousand rejection slips “LI pay you ten dollars a word for an illustrated and verbatim ‘JPN years agone there was at craze for puzzle I pictures, containing def hidden figures of one kind and another,” related old Timrod Tarpy. “How well I remember the ecstatic howl that always arose in the sett m of our humble cot when at eventide Horace or Gifford, as the case may have been, fo: 1929) brung home from the post office the Weekly Adsocate hful Guardian of the Home and Fireside, with zles in it! How we loved to gather around the marble- topped center table and spread out the weekly, and con, let us say, the picture of a happy family of thirteen visible members, and turn and twist the paper this way and that until we finally unearthed the husband and father of the tribe, cunningly concealed in the folds of the braided mat, with the coal scuttle for his head. What a shout of triumph went up when at last we found him, and how sneaking he usually looked at being apprehended! There were always several pic- tures of the same general sort in the paper. Sometimes there would be two lovers strolling in the wildwood and the accompanying instructions would bid us seek out the superfluous third party, which we usually did in the course of time, up a tree. Once, I remem- ber, we were shown a flock of chickens departing on the dead run, and we were exhorted to find what had frightened them. After a lengthy search for the scoundrelly Senegam- bian whom we naturally suspected, we were amazed to discover instead a portly bishop. “I miss yet the profitable hours we spent in the cheery glow of the kerosene lamp, sleuthing out the hidden figures. But fashions change in puzzles as they do in dances and diseases, and nowadays one of the ways I have of enjoying practically the same sort of mental stimu- report of what went on behind the dosed doors of the Peace Conference Mrs. Willis—Little Willie broke his arm in the apple-tree. Mrs. Gi Did he fall ov f it? Mrs. Wil : © it, from his toy airplane. Draen'ly Sax ono 7 Wuen Wirey Leaves ror a Coupte or Days in THE CountTRY comicbooks.com