Judge — February 21, 1920 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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

This all sounds simple. But try it. It requires years of practice, and even when you are an artist at it, you cannot forget your lines or stage business for one minute. Then in the after years, when life’s plums are being digested, you have something to be proud of. Some ood a general as Napoleon in my or “| never told a lie, never cheated anybody, and still Lam rot a member of any poorhouse.” But you can say: “The hotel clerks knew I fitted a ten- dollar room without alterations and the hat boys handled my Kelly reverently. Life may be real, and there’s a bare chance that the grave is not its goal, but the guy that lives up to the standards of the hotel clerk and the hat boy has arrived ata proud eminence. The Little Rowdy Ry ‘Tow P. TT HE little girl next door is pretty, but she docs not know it yet. She is a little rowdy. She wears scuffers, and short socks that are always wrinkling down, and her sturdy little leg: are tanned to a hazelnut brown. Her hair is bobbed, and she walks with a swing like the first-class fighting man that she is. It is the regret of her life that her little dresses have no pockets in which to put her hands and that she can She isn’t afraid of dogs or spiders or ar business, Morcas through her teeth. the things that well-regulated little girls ought to be afr: and the other day, when a new little boy came into the block and proceeded to strut, the way they went over and under until she had taken him to a trimming was well worth seeing. She is a great trial to her mother and the despair of her grandma, but the delight of her fat bachelor Uncle Willoughby He calls her “Buster” and she calls him “Bill,” and they get along famously together. All the rest of the little girls in the neighborhood sniff at her, and she regards them with scorn, as she has a right to do, for, so far as known, she is the only lady on ourstreet whocan skin thecat. Pretty much everybody but Uncle Bill. predicts a bad end for her. But he says that she is laying up for herself a great treasure of health to draw on when the time comes that cannot. be natural any more. Bye-and-bye, according to Uncle Bill, she will drop all her boyish ways. And when the right man comes along he will never in the world believe that the pensive girl who so blushingly answers “Yes” to the old, old question, used to be called “the little rowdy.” How Uncle Bill knows all this he does not explain. she Settled “No, John, 1 you the fair girl decision. “But, why, we get along so. nicely—we always agree on everything.” John protested. “That's just the trouble, John, our always agreeing. If we were married, I would feel, in view of your small salary, that 1 do without a No. You anol marry with suid prudence and a proper economy dictated that servant, and you, as always, would agree with me. must consider my: refusal final.” Clever No use in talking, he certainly is one slick proposition, That man is just bound to make money.” “What's his latest trick?” “Why, he secretly unloaded all his factory shares on the workers, and himself got a job as an unskilled laborer in the plant.” Drawn by Nowa Astaost Mr, Suburb—Hurrah! bby ’s mea comicbooks.com