Judge — August 9, 1919 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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

~Tuey're Nose Deeps My Hussaxn Din; But Tuexn IN p A Suxpay Lip.’ King Arthur’s Days By War Masox by Raveu Mlustration T was the Lady Isabel who gazed across the brake and fell “Sir Archibald is late,” quoth she; “he knows it’s time for tea. Ah, now [ see him come apace —but, no! that’s not my husband's face. Some stranger knight comes up the hill, and bears, I fear, a tale of ill.” The knight, a tall and goodly man, rode to the outer barbican, then reined his steed and said, “Ods fish, some speech with thee, fair dame, I wish. The Lad Isabel thou’rt called—the spouse of fair knight Arch bald? Then lift thy voice and cry ‘Hooray!’ This is for thee a noble day! Thy husband’s won a high renown; he is the hottest thing in town. ‘Today his station he be- took this side the ford of yonder brook, and vowed a vow no man should pass, and fourteen foemen hit the grass! “Oh, one by one he downed them all! King Art was there and saw them fall, and said the monarch, ‘By my thumb, this Archibald is going some!’ Alone thy husband held the way—it is for thee a golden day “The knights surround him in the town, they deck him with a wreath and crown, they honor him with pride and glee; and this is why he’s late for tea.” “I've heard the tale thou came to tell, fair knight,” said Lady Isabel. “You wonder that I don’t enthuse; the fact is, | am needing shoes. “My sister Imogene, gadsooks, she wed a wight Barton he rides no palfrey to the fra 3es his way, and sells ‘The Life of No gleam- who peddles books; his long legs he Charlie Ross’; in warfare he’s a total loss ing sword or lance he bears, no hauberk and no helm he wears; he dons no vambrace and no greaves, no trail of martial smoke he | s. He doth not hold a ford and say, ‘No jimcrow knight shall come this way.’ But to the ladies in their bow and to the sa i their towers, he takes his ‘Life of Charlie Ros: makes his victims come across. “And Imogene hath shoes to burn, and farthingales at every turn, and stomachers with gems bedight; and doth she envy me my knight? Say, doth she yearn for martial men? If thus you think, just guess again. They're noble deeds my husband did; but, then, I need a Sunday lid, and I can’t chortle as I should, although the news you bear is good. My husband hath a strong right arm, and oft I wish he’d rent a farm and use his muscle pitching hay, instead of holding some cheap way, instead of prodding, till they’re sore, some knights he’d never seen before. “So back to town, I beg, repair, and if thou seest my husband there just tell him he had better hump and come and prime the cistern pump.” Oh, women! They were ever thus; they care no hoot for fame and fuss, for circumstance or things like that, if they should need a gown or hat. comicbooks.com