Judge — October 25, 1919 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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Drawn by Vane Garanentan “A Perrect Lapy” Bellamy Baxter By Carotyn WetLs BE SLLAMY BAXTER was so dull, Ditchwater was a motley to him! He was considered simply null ull who knew him. Bellamy Baxter was as fat And fatuous as Joseph Sedley ; And his attempts at social chat Were simply deadly. Bellamy Baxter rarely spoke; And when he did, you wished he wouldn't. Some men can rattle off a joke Sellamy couldn't. He was a nuisance at the Club; He was the death of any party. He couldn't chuckle low—the dub! Nor laugh out hearty. With ladies it was just the same; Bellamy, yawning at their jesting, Was deemed, by debutante and dame Uninteresting. Bellamy smoked a long cigar, His half-closed eyes were dull and stupid. I wonder why such creatures are Beloved by Cupid! For Baxter cut out all the rest; Lord knows whatever was the reason! And wed the dearest, sweetest, best Girl of the season! wowsts pen cutrece BEST of the NEW RECORDS Disco's Selections Continued from Poge 22 Rendered by Alma Wepisit CRADLI . Zimbalist, ~ Victor Gluck and 87566, A chaming folktune delightfully done by this voice-and-violin couple, with lit- tle glockenspiel tinklings that sparkle like the make-believe snow on a_ Christmas tree. This will undoubtedly take its place among the s everybody ought to have. funk, Love, or Me (Grey). Our Yesterpays (Leslie). Sung by Bar- bara Maurel. Columbia A2763. Melodious ballads that almost sing themselves, but which enjoy the extreme good fortune of being sung by Barbara Maurel. The orchestra accompaniments and the ‘cello obligato in “Think, Love, of Me” subtly complete the spell. Instrumental ARANDOLE (Bizet). -L that of nearby Spain, and interspersed by a brass band that has the temperament of an orchestra. Decidedly good. Drawn by C. J. Taytor Three Men in a Boat By T.I AMIN Faucett THE MILLIONAIRE “ALAS, poor me, I’m burdened down With taxes on my purse, My summer home, my place in town. My cars—it can’t be worse. While countless other men are free From income tax and such, They don’t pay out their cash like me-— 1 envy them that much.” THE POOR MAN “Gosh ding the luck, I ve to pay A whole week's work for shoes, An’ groceries, an’ clothes today Are multiplied by twos. I'm taxed the limit of my strength To keep up with the rent, While millionaires ain't pulled this length, Their money’s never spent.” THE AVER = MAN “Oh, what's the us: It ms to me Expenses are so big They eat all up my salary Ass prices dance a jig! It’s just my luck to be between The two crusts of the pie. I am the one that’s treated mean For they both squeeze me dry.” Tur Harry State Trotoky Plum— Diogenes Lemon—Not for mine. to kick at. Mu . We're goin’ to own de railroads. By ownin’ nothin’ I've nothin’ to lose, but lots