Judge — November 29, 1919 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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Weartne § noes Tat Seem to Say Here Is tne Law. so Fape Away!” Feet lustration by ing up the street ,as wellas ina chin or no uy, at any sing by, by looking closely at his shoes, which uct, amuse. e¢ is a jay with shoes so small, they crush his feet, toes, corns and all. He's suffering his fiercest now; the sweat of pain is on his brow. He’s on his way to see a girl hose name is doubtless Maud or Pearl, and he believes nell think his feet patr and fine and neat; for young sports have the vain small fect mean a igree. And so he suffers, foolish jake, like some blamed martyr at the stake. And when he's seen his girl and gone the damsel says, “So help me, Tohn, it fills me with a right- cous heat to sce a geezer spoil his fect. That delegate is shy of sense; I'm glad that he has traveled who'd have me for a bride must e more s poor snidi Now mark that widespread pair of shoes, whic away the morning dews. We know when we have he them flop that they are worn by some fly cop. The sle puts on a brave disguise, with wooden teeth and china eyes, 1 clothes that some Tanger wore, and whiske: purchased at the store. His mother wouldn't know that cop, but for his shoes, which go flip-flop; and they announce to OFTEN study 1} rth | hour, is pec Wat y Ravi t Mason Barton is coming down; and mple time to hunt the ir coming to the m to say, “Here is all the town that Rube, the s of the law guys by wearir 0 fade av Here is a man with swollen feet which rend his spirit and repeat. I shed some tears fe y scout who has his trilbys full of gout. When one is young or in his prime, dd has a roll that seems sublime, he wants the best the orld provides, to tuck away in his insides. He calls for ttles lon nd cold, and all the pie his form will hold; he stays up painting cities red when saner folk have gone to bed. And then some morning when he wakes, his foot like ull demnition aches, and doctors come and view his hoof, and charge until they raise the roof, and coldly say, “You have the gout;” I shed a tear for that poor scout. No m "Il chortle, sing or laugh; and though he deserve the ff, it is a piteous thing, I say, to sce an old man feed on y, and slaw and prunes and shredded rice, instead of nice things off the ice. And when a man contracts the gout he has to cut all good things out, and use cheap water for a nk, and eat boiled bran that’s on the blink. And so all day I view men’s fect as I go pa street, and many startling facts I learn, for thi has feet to burn ing up the old world comichooks.qelu)