Judge — April 24, 1920 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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Apnl 24, 1920 a by Laso Casroene, k—Can I play with you kittens? In: all ne and mother says there isn’t much, chance me having any brothers of sisters, with ge cents a dozen. Now Everyone Does It, My Dear By Ropert Stans EOFFREY slammed the front door with G a savage bang. It struck him as rather a poetic that as he did so, he was ably shutting out of his life something i » him. For he and Diana had quarrelled again, It was probably ¢ fiftieth time that such a thing had occurred; t this time, Geoffrey firmly resolved, was to © the end of the affair. Still he hesitated on the steps, half expecting | ce door to open and disclose at least a curious Diana, anxious to sce how he stood the blow tut the door remained closed. He strode chantly down the steps. He felt: outraged: ot only had she jilted him, but she hz forgotten him. He clenched his cll, PU show her,” he declared te What or how, he had not decided. “I'l make cr regret this till the day she dies!” But | ow? Suicide? The idea was dramatically ttractive, but the actual performance wa: ound to be unpleasant. Make her jealous? He doubted if he could. Below him the lights of the city swept down the stars. | to the Cutting through the picture, a | visty milky-way outlined the long sweep of | the street. Lights! Bright lights! An idea sprang into his head. He would abandon him clf to a life of pleasure, steep himself in sin and cad by going to the devil. | A PERFECT SKIN “Is a Clear‘Toneskin. | Go to your mirror now and examine your skin closely. If you have Blackheads, Acne, Pimples, Enlarged Pores, Oily or Shiny Skin, write for free booklet, ‘“A Clear-Tone Skin,** Ie will tell you how to perfect your complexion. GIVENS CHEMICAL CO. 227 Chemical Bidg. Kansas City, Mo. (7 ong wen CGARS | “MADE AT KEY WEST— EGYPTIA DEITIES “The Utmost in Cigarettes” Plain End or Cork Tip People ofcullure and refinement invariably to any other cigarette The idea was alluring to Geoffrey. You would understand why if you knew his mother Every minute of his life he had had careful parental supervision. Even Diana had passes tke maternal board of censorship before he was allowed to call on her. Geofirey stopped a passing taxi assume a sophisticated expression. somewhere, where it’s wild.” he said to the driver. In the driver’s vocabulary, there were various degrees of wildness. He looked Geof frey over, catalogued him and his mood and drove off without a word. When they stopped the driver pointed to an electric sign swinging over the sidewalk, bearing the legend, * Spider Murphy's Cafe “This is wild,” he said, collected hi: He tried to “Take me re and drove off. Geoffrey entered, lost his hat to a gum chewing female pirate and stood looking about for a table. Up near the space reserved for dancing he noticedl a woman seated alone. His glance met hers; and at the same instant she partly closed one eve. gave a queer little back ward quirk to her head and pushed out the chair opposite her, with her foot. There was nothing subtle about the action; it was wu deniat an invitation. Geofirey did not hesitate. He slid into the chair opposite, “T was just waiting for you to come along.” she said with attempted coyness. That she had been waiting for somcone was self-evident. for it was certain that she had never intended to pay for the abundant supper already heaped ot the table: Then as pandemonium broke loose from the jazz orchestra: “Do you dance, kid?” Why, I do the onestep and Sh—, not so loud: they'll throw you out of here. Do you do the Chummie-Chimm “No, I've seen the shimmie, but- ary “Well, it’s something like that, only in this dance, you also use your fect. Come on, 1'll teach you.” Ske dragged him to the dance floor. Jazz! He didn’t know the steps and the wiggles of the dance but his feet fairly tingled. She steered him once around the Moor, stopped, grabbed him by the shoulders and gazed into his eyes as if she suddenly recognized a long-sought soul ate “Oh Boy,” she exclaimed, “You've got the soul of a jazz-baby.” ‘The dance was « complicated study in jazz rhythmics. ‘The upper part of her body: re sponded to the skaky insistence of the banjo. while her feet performed slithery movements in answer to the saxaphone. A tremor began at moving upward, it grew into a rip s it reached her shoulders, it’ became a wiggle; then leaping into her arms, it attained the magnitude of a convulsion. And her feet. here, there, everywhere. © music stopped. “Oh Boy. you're won derful.”” she said, “Hold me tight!” And Geoffrey did. “And you, you're won- ul.” he said. her wa’ ple Again and again, they danced (Continued on page 32) Geoffrey Drover by Mean De Mass hn, dear, don’t you before yo comicbooks.com