Judge, 1919-11-01 · page 32 of 38
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By the Winter Fireside ‘THERE’S SOMETHING PARTICULARLY APPEALING AND COMPORTING IN A GLASS OF— Order 2 Case for Cold Weather Hospitality, Secabiity and Eajermest ©. HM. EVANS A SONS Established S76 MUDSON, WN. Y. SEXUAL KNOWLEDGE ILLUSTRATED By WINFIELD SCOTT HALL, MLD.PLD. ‘SEX FACTS MADE PLAIN What every young man and Ever young woman should know What every young husband and wen parent should know” Postpaid — 4 mtbr SOD of ecnactes ent ccmmontetins areee AMERICAN PUB. COMPANT, 1109Winsten Bide., Philadelphia Let Cuticura Be Your Beauty Doctor All druggists; Soap 25, Ointment 25 & 50, T: Sample each ree ef “Cuticura, Dept. B, Bost FOR HEADACHE ANDO NEURALGIA > ANTI-KAMNIA (AA TABLETS PACKAGES + KA TABLETS ASK FOR drawn by Pavt. Rew | Young Hopeful—Is there a garage handy, | the proletariat as the beans. And while the coveted king would lay wn his sceptre and his crown if he could marry the peasant girl of his choice, the peasant dreams of becoming king and marrying a princess. The wage earner would be flattered if he saw his name posted at the Country Club for non-payment of dues. Tes all hetup because he can’t lose at cards with the tony, worthwhile boys who know how to wear their clothes and can order a dinner without condescending to even look at the waiter. He cannot be sniffed at for running a last year’s model of one of our high-priced cars. He can’t be glared at by the elite on the links. If he could do the things that the salaried brother does, he, too, would be raising money on his insurance policy to buy gas for the limousine. All those in favor of remaining home o' nights and reading about the Letts, peace, murder. riots, strikes and Burle- son’s follies of 1919, instead of tani- and shimmy stepping, kindly say, “No!” The motion is lost. Intuition By CL ee HEN she told me I danced like . an ostrich with one wooden leg and the other in splints,” said the Psycho- \nalyst, “I felt intuitively that some- where within the ranges of our respective vibrations there must be a discordant period. As well as if she had said so in so many words, I was keenly aware that a2 FuNNELL officer? We've broken a spring. card with my misunder- to fill the rest of her dance initials would bring about standing. “Later in the evening I had occasion to make clear to her my point of view upon the ultra cosmic concepts, and she told me I didn’t have the brains God gave a uneeda biscuit. That bore out my initial hypothesis that for some reason she was holding in restraint her enthu- siasm for me. “Walking home she described at some ngth the new twelve valve, twenty-four ylinder motor possessed by one of her admirers of the younger set. Harry, she explained, knew the difference between an evening gown and a walking suit, and never asked a girl to do a cross country in pumps. Again I was quick to sense her very thought. Mentally, you see, she deplored the unfortunate fact that the house where we had spent the evening was so far from her residence. “It was when I bid her ‘Goodnight that a subtle, and to one ignorant of the ways of women, meaningless remark of hers caused me to determine to see her less frequently than had been my wont In some mystic manner I knew instinc tively that she was not yearning to sc¢ me in the near future. It came about when I asked her if I might call some evening during the following week. Shi said she supposed so as Harry was out of town, the phonograph was broken an: Adolphus was so pepless lately that he wasn’t company at all.” Silence remained for a moment. The: the Listener cleared it up. “Who,” he inquired, “was Adolphus?” “The dog.”