Judge — December 27, 1919 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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

Drawn by Rar Roux Cutty Eventxc-—Some A Merry Fouks Never Take a Hint Christmas By Naxcy De Meritre Duntea From tite Prsstaist The endless worry The hot, noisy stores The glittering baubles. The postage duc. The stocking in the clevator and the boy's business-like grin The gift that must be paid back. The eleventh hour scramble to buy gifts. ‘The shivering dark of the early morn The boob who thinks he can clown in red cotton. The raucous tooting of children’s horns ‘The guess what it’s for do-funny The fifteenth calendar. The bored thank you The gaudy cards. The strings of stale popcorn The simpering under the mistletoe. The ill-fitting yellow gloves that have to be worn. The biting wind. The same old hymns. The tarnished tinsel. The perfumed stuffiness. The indigestion. Fatal Hint “Darn the movies.” exclaimed the book publisher. “What now?” asked his friend “Since my employees have started going to them the com positors, clectrotypers, devils and all the rest want to be men in the books.” AND THE OPTIMust The anticipation The good-natured crowds. The gay holly wreaths. The mysterious box. The rosy, smiling children. The snowy tissue paper. The merry red ribbon. The bulging stocking. Jolly old Nick. The delighted shrieks and laughter. The little girl and her new doll The sugar plums. The blazing log. The letter from a long ago friend The browning fragrance from the kitchen. ‘The happy faces, young and old The wearing of the new mufiler. The star-lit snow. ‘The beautiful “Holy Night.” The soft glimmer of candles The woodsy smelling evergreen The dream of “Peace on Earth, Good-Will Toward Men Fair Enough Patient—I tell you what I'll do; Vl compromise with you, doctor. Doctor—Compromise? What do you mean? -atient—Well, V'll pay you for your medicine and return your visits. comichoo! ———— ———— t=