Judge, 1920-02-28 · page 35 of 36
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| This 1920 February 28, Finish Story for Yourself The girl got S6 a week, lonely. and was iggy”’—you can imag his kind He knew where champagne and music could But that night she That was Lord But an ine was waiting wnstairs. be had. didn’t: go. Kitchener's « other night The man had killed a mar -he had met the half A crisis came girl—a stranger—at ast one at Rooney's. and under the surface of shame, the soul of cach stood forth to sacrifice—and to a better, cleaner life. It’s not the truth a man tells, but the spirit in which he tells it that counts. That is why O. Henry can write of things told, with a not always clean, high spirit When the Rattlesnake Struck Judge! When you sent me up for four years, you called mea rattlesnake. Maybe | am one—any- Yi] 7 | a how, you hear me rattling now. One year after I got to the pen, my daughter died of—well, they said it was poverty and the disgrace together. You’ve got a daughter, Judge, and I’m going to make you know how ¢ one. I’m free now and I guess I’ve turned to Look out when I strike. Yours respectfully, RATTLESNAKE. This is the beginning of one of the stories by O. HENRY And as fascinating as this, so are all his two hundred and seventy-four stories. ach and every story in the set of books is new and different—each with a new be- ginning—a new plot—a new ending—and so human—so full of fun—of pathos—of laughter and tears. He finds romance everywhere—around the corner—in the department store— in the shop—in the gutter—in the street car. He laughs when he preaches, and he preaches when he laughs. He sees what no one else sees—but he sees what we have all subconsciously seen and makes us wonder why we never thought of it before. GIVEN AWAY Jack London—J5 /o/wnes He was the last of our classic writers to die. He was the founder of a new literature. He was more real—more primitive than any of his heroes. Go with him to the freezing North. Follow him to the South Seas. Fight your way with him around the Horn, Get his best work absolutely without charge. Send the coupon Your Last Chance to Have a Set GIVEN YOU ‘This is the last edition of Jack London’s works we can get at the special price which permits of our giving them free with O. Henry. When this one edition is gone (and there are comparatively few sets now left) you will be able to get Jack London’s wonderful stories only at their regular price of a dollar or more a volume. Now, while you can, get the O. Henry at the lower price with the Jack London it feels to lc rattlesnake all right. FREE. Never again can we give you such a chance. Don’t miss it. Cut the Coupon. Send it TODAY THE REVIEW or REVIEWS ©. Publishers of the American Review of Reviews 30 Irving Place, NEW YORK 17 REVIEW OF REVIRWS, | Judge-2-28-20 Volumes __, Send me on appr toy you In All keep the books T wi 5 s for the O. H Otherwise I will, within ten d. comicbooks.com