Judge, 1920-02-14 · page 38 of 44
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4 4 u THEATRE, 420d Strvet,W SP eredreay, Brening sc te 2 fh. Mats., Wed. & Sat. o/| { TWH REPUBLIC A. H. WOODS PRESENTS: The Sign on the Door! THEATRE. 42nd St., west of Broadway Evenings 8:30, Mate. Wed. & Sat. at 2:30 ELTING The Girl In The Limousine “100% FUNNIER THAN ‘FAIR AND WARMER’ " Wem 42d Street COHAN & HARRIS PHEATRE, Mead Soqg COHAN & HARRIS Present THE ACQUITTAL A New Play HAPPY DAYS &2i MATINEE tic HIPPODROME EVERY DAY THE HAPPY PRICES. Seats $ weeks abead. Out in the Cold Gerald—Couldn’t you live on my salary of three thousand dollars a year? Geraldinc—Yes, but I couldn't support you on it, too. Outclassed “That group of financiers who undertook to bull the market came to an awful smash.” “Yes, they did not know the identity of the bear gang or realize until too late what they were up against.” “A bunch of steel-cotton-railway huh? “Yep. A rolling-mill hand, a cotton picker, and locomotive engineer.” SEXUAL ISTRATED WINFIELD SCOTT HALL, M.D.,Pb.D. SEX FACTS MADE PLAIN Wh: ing man and et every young man sad || ind Every young wile know ‘What every parent should know Cieth 9320 pager—many Illustrations. Tadle of contents, ond commendations, on request. arene AMERICAN PUB. COMPANY, 209 Wiosten Bidg., Philadelphia barons, Miss Clancy’s Romance (Concluded from page 13 chalked chest, delivered a satirical impromptu: Hereafter, Miss Mooney, let it be either John or Henry.” “ Aw-ri.” The junior copyist turned and exhibited a bony back. Under her Georgette waist’ her knife-cdged shoulder-blades — shru, modically as she moved away to t room, wherein the girls stored their costly furs and millinery Hardly h: man profaned the presence open and his hat on his head. Addressing no one and everyone, he asked “Is dis where 1 woiks? (The setting was New York.) “Oh, the Clancy god spas- locker- 1 she disappeared than a large, raw He left: the door ved Miss filing-case?"” ques c' ht there.” Miss Clancy indicated an recalcitrant index- and self oaken arrangement of holders, more filed against than filing consciously returned to her accounts. The repair-man dropped heavily on his knees and seized the grip of the lowest drawer. Alternately hauling it out and slamming it in with one preternatural hand, he pawed at his tool-kit with the other, making cheerful music the while. Immediately he touched tool to task. great drops of desudation appeared on his red forehead and rained to floor Miss Mooney emerged and passed him within seductive range as she undulated down the aisle, An exceedingly attenuated ankle enliv- ened the other’s vision, He canted his head and leered amorously, giving the lie to his attitude of genuflection. “Miss Mooney, please sit at this table behind ” directed t ab nager, “until we can arrange a desk for you “Aw-ri.” She languidly played her machine. Miss Clancy, chancing to look up, suddenly recoiled and blushed beet-color. The work-man staring directly at her, had perpetrated a prodi Drawn by A. B. Watsen “Too 30 Bap, Dax, But ‘Times Have gious wink. Then he turned hastily away and hammered confusedly. It was preposterous! And yet... fellow was probably chivalrous. On impulse, Miss Clancy rose and went to the portable cooler and drew and swallowed « bracer of water. At the cabinet she stoope! and pretended to test his work. “Some dame, I'll say,” the repair-man said to the floor. “I like ’em skinny,” he confided! candidly, and pounded a peroration. ‘Thin? Miss Clancy was not thin. Many years of habitual sitting had broadened her physiologically if not psychologically, But men were the flatterers! She whirled and sent a too-hasty look bach to her regiment. The all-seeing stenographer= clattered guilelessly Het tace purple with romantic emotion, Miss Clancy whispered frivolously : “O you kid!” The Irish terrier flung back on his hams stared, and emitted so great a roar of knowing laughter that Miss Clancy ered frightenedly back to her desk. the poor In the Flat Below “Why does that composer overhead have go tramping around?” Sh-sh! He's composing a march.” “Well. I'm glad he isn’t composing a ge Cnrancen!” warm cared loss, The m and su ing da: orchar with t them y ice-buc Jack } comicbooks.com