Judge — February 7, 1920 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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

2 by Cussruny Yoosa “And I hope to have you teach him the ropes,” propitiated Mr, Jitney. How old will he be when he—comes here?” reral Manager stared thoughtfully out of the Why—by the time he finishes making an idiot of himself. he'll be around twenty-five, I'd say.” Clancy said nothing, but figured frantically ix and twenty-five, forty-six and twenty-five.” fraid it'll be too late—then, Mr. Jitney,” she Nonsense!” protested the undiscern- ul Manager. “Surely you aren't thinking of avingus? Ifit’s a question of sala asier hours—" Miss Clancy removed her pince-nez and tiredly hed her forehead It isn’t that, Mr. Jitney,” she said simply “But, why—" he wondered Deliciously embarrassed, Miss Clancy looked down tiquated affectation : know—marriage is ever imminent, Mr. Jit- I see! Well—girls will be girls, lied the General Manager, with heartless humor Miss Clancy laughed gratefully in High C. “Stay with us as ke as you can, though s remember the Suspender Company 1 ity ‘And now, good-morning, Miss Clancy.” She stood up. “Good-morning, Mr. Jitney.’ At the door, a temptation to justify herself proved owering. Her hand on the knob, she looked back Mr. Jitney was eyeing her amusedly. “T received an offer only this morning,” nut And al ver forgets she said, ind went The Difference Ry Texxysox J. Dart Where spicy breezes softly blow o'er Ceylon’s far-flung isle. And every prospect strives to please, and only man is vile The ladies do not seem to care a great amount for style, But wear for hose a coat of paint that lasts them quite a while But here tre stid to be a dozen times more vile he Ludies, bless their little hearts. wear silk instea where mer of lisle Dirven by Wem The Advantage of Numbers “Pears like a big bunch of kids h time than « small family,” said G Rumpus Ridge, Ark. “When there’s only four or tive they don’t sem a good deal of time to know how to occupy their minds. But my fourteen chil dren always keep each other busy. There are many of ‘em that eating and fighting are festivities instead of dull duties. [t gener’ly looks as if there wouldn't be enough to go around at the table so dinner is just’ a wild and mirth provoking scrabble of every feller to hold his own and as much of everybody else’s own as possible. And when any of ’em feels hide-bound he can always find some body that is looking for trouble, and so their fighting is usually a wholesale battle. Eh-yah —a big family is happier and more contented than « small one.” ve a better »hnson, of ~~ Eventually Customer—I'd like to get a suit of clothes. Clerk—Sorry, sir, we don't handle them. Customer—Don’t handle ‘em? Well, I must say this is a deuced poor drug store The Music of Words Sambo did housework week days and preached in the pulpit Sundays. His mistress was giving him instructions one day “Heat those rugs, Sambo,” she suid, “and then tike dows the porticres——” Mis’ Roberts.” the darky interrupted, “I wish you'd Td like to use “Say jess say dat last word over again it in mah sermon next Sunday.” DINNER 50 With Chichen er Wraruny * Let's go in here, Pegey. “They make a roduction for two comicbooks.com