Judge — July 3, 1920 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Many a Slip By Witutam Huse, Jr. ISS ARBELIA DEVINE M was a maiden lady on the darker side of forty, and resigned toit. She lived in a neat little green-shuttered white house which she had inherited, along with most of her ideas, from her father. The late Mr. Devine was a positive, dynamic sort of person who shouldered his way about the world with most supreme self- confidence imaginable. Miss Ar- belia was rather meek herself, and it was only natural for her to wor- ship her father for those admirable characteristics which she lacked. After his death she canonized the good man, and anything that “father used to do,” in her eyes was sacred That is how the black bottle happened to be on the closet shelf. Miss Arbelia never drank. That must be made very clear. She was heart and soul for universal Prohibition. But the black bottle was a legacy from her father. Mr. Devine used to assert that there was nothing like a hot toddy for knocking a cold; and so, with admirable foresight he always kept the black bottle safely full. If a cold was a long time coming, he took a hot toddy anyway, as a precautionary measure. He administered the toddy treatment to Miss Arbelia whenever she caught cold; and since she always recov- ered, she concluded that father must be right about that as he was about everything else. The black bottle was nearly full when he died, and as Miss Arbelia was very healthy, several years after his death, it still held at least a pint Then came the great drought. Miss Arbelia remem bered the bottle and considered that devotion to her father’s memory demanded that she have it filled. The grocer obligingly attended to it for her. Miss Arbelia had not the suspicion of a cold all the following winter and the bottle reposed forgotten on the Drawn by %. B. Ixwoon Suave-Trees Owner Di Drown by R. B. Powe Improvixc CREATION HoULD ACCOMPANY THE xc tHe Hot WeaTuer antry shelf until one rainy morn- ing in June. A passing stranger —a pleasant, middle-aged gentle- man—slipped on a muddy spot in front of her gate and fell, spraining his ankle quite severely. Some passersby brought him into Miss Arbelia’s to wait while they called a taxi; and she—compassionate soul—noting that he seemed on the verge of fainting from pain, thought of the black bottle. Like a flash she whisked into the dining-room for a cup, then into the pantry for thebottle. She poured a cupful for the stranger. It was remarkable how quickly he revived after the first sip. He was quite himself when the taxi came, having had another half cupful to strengthen him for the ordeal of getting out to the car. But the strangest part of this incident was its sequel. The next day no less than forty men slipped and sprained their ankles at Miss Arbelia’s gate. Blooey! By La Tovcue Hancock T# sky is just as blue today As when I used to meet her; No flowering bud of jocund May Was more unspoiled or sweeter. And she is just as fair, they say— Would that her heart was truer!— The sky is just as blue today, But I’m a great deal bluer! Trade Competition “I've given up spiritualism.” **Why 30?” “Well, the other day I consulted a medium and she told me to put no faith in ouija boards.” “Ves?” “‘And then I cons ilted my ouija board and it told me to put no faith in mediums.” 2 SOx wo = cS Tue Great Detuce oF 1920 10 comicbooks.com