Judge — February 21, 1920 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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A Glutton teur quis pur se re pecial featur nt. He is obliged to c ra Rire (Paris) Quite a Difference— The donna says she is misunderstood.” prima “How so?” “One of the local newspapers credited her with having had five husbands “Well, if she hasn’t been marrie many times, it seems to me that mistake in figures, not a misunderstand- ing of the lady herself.” No. She says the statement that she has had five husbands makes it appear as if she were temperamental and regarded the marriage vow lightly, when as a mat ter of fact she has had only four hus- bands." —Birmingham Age- Herald. it’s a A Magazine Anteroom—" The cdi- tor declines this drawing with regrets.”” “Regrets?” sneered the artist. “Bah! I heard him laughing as he sent you out.” Louisville Courier-Journal. “Here’s just the thing the art canvas, Not for Him your new mansion,” said dealer, “Daubleigh’s famous ‘The Portrait of a Lady.’” “How much is it wuth?” asked the man who had recently grown rich in the Texas oil fields. “Only $100,000,”" “What! A hundred thousand bucks for the picture of a lady? Great Christo. pher, man! I don’t even know her!” Birmingham Age-Herald. writer whe t for Information les prix sont normaux onducts the high c 4 Not Ambitious—* With another $10,- coo we can make this show a success,” said the optimistic producer. “My friend,” replied the “angel I'm mer interested in a certain member of the chorus, pot the star. Therefore my limit is $10,000.""—Bir- mingham Age- Herald. A Gritical Opinion—Friend—Dauber has been offered fifty dollars for that last picture of his. Mr. Smiers expensive frame Transcript. had an Boston He must have pui on it The New Complaint r—Oh, no! He's bad attack of ticket-queu ng wait at Victoria Sta Afraid to Start Anything—“Crim son Gulch seems a remarkably quiet and orderly town now.” “Yes,” replied Cactus Joe. “It seems that way. Nearly every one of us is some kind of a plain clothes man now to watch everybody else to see that they ain't no kind of a law violated. The. result is a sort of a deadlock.”—Washington Star. Beat It—Duse’s jams was America’s Why the Parson remark that Bert W finest actor seems to us a ludicrous over- statement, and yet we can understand her saying it if her judgment was formed at the precise instant that Williams fin- ished telling the story about Martin. It was a story of a negro preacher who lost his way one dark night and sought shel- ter. Ata small farm he was told that the only place available was a haunted house down the road a piece. The preaches had his Bible with him and so he went calmly enough to the haunted house and built fire in the big room and sat down to rea the good book. Suddenly a small black cat brushed past him. Isn't it nice,” thought the old man, “that there is life to keep me company here in this gloomy place?” But the cat walked over to the fireplace and ate a live coal and spit out the sparks. The old man turned in consternation to the Bible and began to read aloud, “the fifth chapter of the Gespel according to St. Mark,” but before he could go further another cat entered the room, a cat about as big as a collie, and this cat walked over to the fireplace and ate two live coals and spit out the sparks. When are we g’wine to begin?” the little cat. We can’t do nothing comes,” replied the big cat. Again the old negro preacher sought consolation in the Bible, but a third cat entered the room. This one was about as said till, Martin big as a pony and it ate three live coals and spit out the sparks. “When are we g’wine to begin?” said the little cat, and this time the biggest one answered, “We can’t do nothing till Martin comes.” The old man jumped up and put his Bible in his back pocket and ran for the door. But before he went out he said to the biggest cat, “When Martin comes, you tell him I was here, but I’se gone. New York Tribune. comicbooks.com