Judge — January 24, 1920 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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assumed I possess. Yes. You asked me if I thought you would be happy with the good man who became your BACON 70 ¢ LB 7 has no initiative in speech, although sometimes it utters something so pat to the mo- ment that it would seem FRESH Ee ECGS | 90 ¢ husband. I said you ought to be if you loved him and he loved you. That is the su- preme test.” “And I did love him. But I feared a professor of languages whose fad was a study of Orientalism might become too preoccupied.” all professors seem to do. Has he? The confidence you repose in me excuses the direct question.” “During his deep application I see little of my husband. Of course I have my diversions, as all women have. But I can say that when he releases himself from some profound study, whether it has been success- ful or not, he drops it all for a time to cater to my incli- nations. He has even gone so far as to play bridge—which he detests—and has gone to the opera with me for nights together, although he doesn’t understand music. It has been enough that I love it. “What a happy woman you should bi man of his sort would concede half as much.” The parrot interrupted with a scream, which was followed ‘by a low, musical twittering. “And Polly there has been companion to both of continued Mrs. Lander. “For days my husband has enjoyed her company in his study. He says she knows something of Italian, but more of Spanish. eriods of tHE Grocer ce! No other Parrots are long-lived creatures, you know. The Professor . . .”” “Why do you refer to him in one breath as ‘my husband’ and in the ne “the Professor’? “Oh, I even him ‘dear John’! Perhaps I refer to him as ‘the Professor’ when I think of him as a pro- found scholar! As I was about to say, he declares th a strange mixture of language in Polly. He s her his ‘polyglot girl.’ When she is with him she will exclaim one minute with what he calls all the pro- fanity and vituperation of a pirate of the Spanish Main, and the next will sing a phrase from some Italian love song. I should like to understand Polly in Italian, but not in her Spanish!” The doctor iaughed. “It fine, after all, to be a linguist, and nothing less than marvelous in a bird!” “But she has disturbed me greatly this morn- ing. : “Disturbed you?” “Yes. Isn't it strange that a parrot should disturb one? Do you think, doctor, that a parrot can say anything it has not heard some one else sa “Of course not. That fact is proverbial. The bird ‘Drown by Cusseta I. Gano + A.C. Wuat Happens Tuese Days Wuen You Hann have the power of thought. Polly emitted a laugh as fiendish as one might imagine would come from a corsair whose victims were walking the plank. “What an extraordinary bird!” the doctor exclaimed, watching Polly as she walked and flew again to the perch on the chair by the rose-cur- tained window. “Uncanny in some thing but at times very entertain- said Mrs. Lander. “1 n away for a few iting friends. John left for Washington upon my return to examine some strange hieroglyphics — un- earthed somewhere by the war. Usually I take my maid with me, but this time left her at home. “Ha-ha-ha-ha!” la Polly i in falsetto." Non! N “Listen!” said Mrs. Lan- a Five Sror der excitedly, grasping the doctor by the arm. “She's going to say it again! Listen, doctor!” “Non! Non!” continued Polly. ‘You mus’ not kees me, Professaire! Old By HE Postman—carrier or clerk I rise to sing his brave endeavor When all the world is quitting work He plods along the same ats ever: He doesn’t loaf upon the job Though Burlesons and such oppress him, Nor join the agitated mob, But simply does his duty, bless him! Fidelity Brertos Brarey When all the country’s atmosphere With dust of discontent is churning. He keeps communications clear, He keeps the whcels of commerce turning. When there is trouble everywhere With everything we lay an cye ‘The postman comes, and we declare “Here’s one, at least, we can rely on!" mm He’s overworked and underpaid And there are few whose lot is tougher, And when to Congress he has prayed For some relief—it lets him suffer, And yet he bears things, martyr-like, Nor lets injustices inflame him, But hopes the best, and doesn't strike- Though if he did I wouldn’t blame him! comicbooks.co