Judge — June 5, 1920 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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The Situation—" That poct must lx loafer. You can’t sce him every night girl.” “But. father, I’m his inspiration Unless he sees me every night he can't work,””- Courier-Journal, Not @ Proposal —Morher —Did George talk business last night, dear? Daughter—Ves, mother, he did. He said business was rotten! Statesman Sentence Passed—* What's the mat ter, old man? You look as melancholy as though you had been sentenced to hard labor for life.’ “I'm afraid T have been. Miss de Millyuns has refused me.” —Bosten Tran vipt Too Much Publicity" like the old- fashioned courtship best.” How was tha “Well, the young man and his best girl sat ona horschair sofa in a dimly lighted His Lack of Foresight WW Vc t I'd ne be a f . or paddled up and strolled a spin parlor and held hi down a river in a ¢ sugh the wildwood, or behind old Dobbin.” “And now?” “There’s too much publicity in the motor courtship. Every dealer in g: line and auto supplies within a radiu: noe, or took so miles knows what's going on.” Bir ald. igh Business Efficiency hy, typewriting, lar “Ol ‘Tango, fox-tr the position as my private secretary—sten- The rest you can sce.” The Office Mystery Maric, the blonde stenographer, A maiden is of note; Silk hose alone are fit for her, She wears a sealskin coat. A diamond ring adorns her hand, Gold pins shine on her hat, She looks as if she owned the land— She draws down twenty flat John James, the Enjoys « cutawa: He wears a silk hat down to work With none to say him nay. A good cigar is in his face, \ shine is on his she He has no peer in dressy grace— They pay him thirty-two y junior clerk, Who is that shabby person there Whose suit’s a total loss, Who needs a trimming to his Oh, that is just the boss. He sidles ‘round in seedy stealth As though he'd not a franc— You do not have to look like wealth With millions in the bank. —The Home Gardening I's fun to rake the weeds and leaves, and clean the garden soil. It’s fun to get the lawn in shape, by not arduous toil. It’s fun to make the onion-bed, and rake the surface fine. It's fun to trim the grass edge of the walks, clean to a line. It’s fun to spade the garden, as all Winter long you've planned, (Although at night you have to prick some blisters on your hand). It’s fun to prune the budding trees and cut the dead wood out. It’s fun to squash the cutworms and put other pests to rout. It’s fun to plant, so hopeful as you tuck away the seed. It’s fun to water weed weed and weed and weed. It’s fun to start to work in Spring, as all good gardeners do, To plant and plant, and weed and weed, and all the Summer through It’s fun to see a garden task and cheer- fully go to it. In short, it’s lots of fun to farm, if you don’t have to do it. —Somerville Journal. air? and to and comicbooks.com