Judge — May 22, 1920 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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Out to Win Impossible Well—could you lend me five dol ONTHEFARM \ new form of devil try will have to be devised for the farmers who make Davenport, La., their trading point. Whereas, Davenport formerly had five lady barber - shops, it Duller Times now has but one—and that is of two: chair capacity, Apparently only the two original avenues of adventure, the and the 4:38. train Daven port on pleasure bent.— Public Ledger The Susceptible Cow— Two Chicago children were visiting their grandparents | on a farm northeast Muncie. [1 was their first experience of the kind, and they were interested in everything they The milking operation was espe cially absorbing. Hitherto their only knowledge of the origin of milk was that it came in bottles from the grocer’s, Discussing the with his sister saw, milking a little later Arthur, who is seven. concluded: “But [ain't got much respect, Helen, for a cow tnat’s as easy flattered as grandpa’s cows are. Grandpa calls ‘em ‘Boss,’ when they ain't boss ) post-office lobby remain to those who now visit | at all, and that seems to tickle ‘em so they give up all their milk, when if they “A keep it for their had any sense t owr “Built-In” There was a built-in husband And he had a built-in wife They had a built-in apartments And lived a built-in life They slept ina tricktrola And cooked upon a grill That doubled as a dishpan Or a washbowl, as you will. They had a nurse-and-housemaidette Who dressed in nearly silk And a lovely folding baby That they raised on condensed milk! This little, built-in household Is as happy as can be On the little built-in schedule Of the built-in bourgeoisie! Chicago News. Oh, Joy! A maiden with stockings of liste Passed a man and she gave him a smile. The lisle he could see All the way to her knee And he followed her almost a misle ; —Cincinnari Enquirer. From a Skyscraper Window My window frames a drop of sky; All day the sailing clouds go by, Far off and white, or flushed with rose. When in the tired afternoon The office noises seem to croon \ sleepy song, and I could close My eyes and dream that I Went riding on the cumuli. Sometimes when I look up and through, I see a square of singing blue, Sometimes a storm-wrack driving past With sulphurous patches like sharp pain Or smooth gray curtains, soft and e And javelins of rain. T see no houses, hills or trees Yo tie my heaven to the earth No friendly, green horizon’s g No grain fields bowing to the breeze Remote, impersonal and pure My vision wakes no memory, Nor in its blue and cloudy lure To any question makes reply Suspended beauty in the void For beauty’s sake it glimmers there: But not for this am I employed To watch it through my window square. New York Tribune. comicbooks.com