Judge — November 8, 1919 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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His Discovery <& By Tom P. Moran “W =LL, sir, I went to a moving picture show over at Tumlinville tuther night, and found out something new,” related a citizen of Fiddle Creek, Ark. “The picture was by a feller named Hart, or something of the sort, and the way he shot and fit and drunk licker was a sight on earth. Why, he took four or five drams, and then went with his gang and shot up a passel of fellers —horse thieves, I reckon-—-——pruien by Crawrono Youno and took and lynched the Husband—Suffering Mike! Foozled the ball right into my eye! last two of ‘em as pretty as Wife—Oh! 1 suppose that stroke is a total loss, then, isn’t it Henry? you please! The funny part was that when I spoke to the manager of the Back Home show about it he said that feller, Hart, got paid big 7 money for doing that. You could a-slapped me down Concluded from page 13 with a feather! ‘Do you actually mean to tell me he “There goes Bill Smith,” said one; “I guess he’s has to be paid for drinking and lynching?” I. made a genuine success. He was a clerk in days of ‘Well, I'l be everlastingly dad-sliverec yore, and now he owns the corner store. He didn't , gad about the globe, or paw around, or tear his robe; he stayed right here and con- quered fate, and now his bank account’s on straight.” Of all the dreams men en- tertain, the dream of going home's most vain. There is no honor for them here, no glowing lamp, no padded chair. But all the wise old boys will say, “You missed it when you went away!” Similar Symptoms “The revival has been go- ing on for a week down our way,” said a pious resident of the Fiddle Creek neigh- borhood. “Aw, lenime tell you, Gap, you don't know what it is to have a power- ful evangelist in your midst.” “No, but I can sorter guess at it,” replied Gap Johnson, of Gumpus Ridge, Ark. “T swallowed a tollable hig dose salltre: Goats Orn Bays of horse liniment turk or night ral Servont—t wish ye'd gimme a trial, Mum, Lcan cook, an’ wash, an’ iron, ant bY, mistake for a litte some. 1 sewing, an’ tend the furnace, and mind the children, an’ I only want one night thing refreshing that I had out a month, hid in the cubboard.” Drawn by C.F. Perens + J 1s