Judge — January 10, 1920 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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(ae aan PS a Gerald Harrington, that eccentric cuss who owns half of this town, PAW WG TELLER | made a bet of five hundred dollars that he could tramp from New York to this place, a distance of one thousand miles, without a cent of money to start with, and reach his destination at the expiration of two months, with several dollars to the good. 1 took him up Just as I was about to leave the office today, he walked in, three days before he was due, with five dollars in his pocket. He said that he had gotten a good lunch from a woman today, and then had the audacity to ask her for a glass of cider, which she promptly gave him.” His wife gasped “But you are not foolish like most women, are you, honey?” he said proudly. ‘tHe never would have worked you that way.” She looked at her right hand musingl) “What is the matter, dear? Did something sting you?” he asked “Yes,” she murmured The Mysterious Pirate TIE old pirite who masquerades under the initials of H.C. 1. is a ubiquitous chap. Just when you think you've succeeded in putting the sult of victory on his rear plumage you discover him way over yonder laughing at you for your mistake. He's got a good alibi every time he gets pinched The trouble is that none of us can agree on what kind of monster he is Yo the serious-minded young man, he is the High Cost of Love Vo the man with a spendthrift family, he is the High Cost of Luxuries Vo the husband who leads a double life, he is the High Cost of Lying To the father with a bunch of sporty sons. he is the High Cost of Loating To the burdened taxpayer, he is the High Cost of Legislation To a world weary of bolshevism, he is the High Cost of Lunacy And so it goes. Weaklings have tried to kill the ereature by potshot methods. But what we need is a new Hercules to snip off the heads of the monster. The New Cognomen Do you think Dr. Voronofi’s discovery will hurt the old folks’ the eves of children? Oh. ves already they are referring to them as glind-parents He finished the cider off with a critical mack, pushed his chair back and took his hat “You are so much like mother, Lady,” he said softly “Will you shake hands with He held out his huge, rough paw, and she graciously placed her own within it. “May I, for her sake?” he asked, bending s face over her hand. “Yes, boy,” she said, with an indulgent smile. Reverently he pressed his lips against it, and with something like a sob, turned and left her. She watched his tall figure as it disap- peared around the bend in the road. Then her eyes fell upon the unsawed wood “His heart was so full; I suppose he forgot it,” she sighed. An hour or two later her husband came home. By Jove! I lost five hundred dollars t Jay!” he exclaimed. “Gracious, George! How?" reproached his wife * She isn’t exactly pretty, but sh hat indefinable something “When I was in New York, last) Fall, “So | hear; her fat hr has piles of 10 comicbooks.com