Judge — July 10, 1920 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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Drawn by R.B. Peeves The Summer Girt—B 1s YOUR NAME? The jeweler studied them with keen in- terest as he set a sparkling tray before them. “Diamonds are diamonds these days, my young friends.” he remarked as he deftly picked a solitaire from the tray. “Here is a ring that was $150 be fore the war.” But how much is it now?” John asked “Two hundred and three-quarters. And cheap at that, as they run. You might pay $350 at a retailer's.” “Isn't it lovely!” exclaimed Bess. as she took it from the jeweler’s fingers “May L try it?” Why not?” “But it’s a said John See how it fits! zgested the jeweler too—too expensive,”” Perfectly! How wonderful!” exclaimed Bess. I've a great eye for fingers, Miss,” said the jeweler, inhaling proudly “But, dear ” John began “You think it’s too much?” she asked him. “I'm afraid so, Bess.” Then to the jeweler: “Have you something a little—"" “Cheaper? I have everything—all prices, my young friend.” And the jew lary’s grace picked out of ¢ another ring. The setting was quite as imposing as that of the first ring, but the gem was smaller, and thus seemed less brilliant. “Here is or Siz \ pretty stone.” That looks good to me, Bess,” said with a a mass of brillia ele or John Bess fondled the ring on her finger as she removed it reluctantly. “It is a SY THE WAY, DEAR, WHAT pretty ring, if one hadn't seen this!” Handing the better ring back to the jeweler she gingerly tool: the other, and half-heartedly tried it. “This fits also!” “T knew it would,” said the man of gems. “And I'll say this,” he added with a kindly smile. “Always buy within your means, young man Perhaps later you can buy the lady a thousand-dollar stone—after you're married! “Perhaps.” replied John. Bess had taken off the ring, and handed it to the jewe I have such a stock—so many that seem just alike to one not ex pert—that I can put both of the aside, say for a week, until you mak up your minds, my young friends. ‘Oh! Can you?” asked Bess. “ Mighty accommodating of you sir.” said John. ‘We shall think it over—and thank you.” Although John and Bess went irm in arm, their steps were less ‘ond buoyant and their faces more serious than when they entered. ‘The jeweler looked after them curiously, and shoo’: his head A week later, to a day, Je in to the jeweler alone and smiling. “I am taking the cheaper ring,” he said “Ah! [congratulate you, young man! That means something quite important to you as a married min came Listen, Violet! By C. L. Funsece LIKE your pep «nd bubbling zipp; L like your sprightly walk The Gibson contour of your lip I notice when you talk The way you moor your brownish hair Athwart your starbourd eve Has often caused me to declare You're one in thousands, Vi. What bothers me is your delight In mads and makings-up You pulled a pout the other night That wouldn't fool a pup \ dozen times I’ve bent the knee, Apologized and pled This time, try staying “maid” at me For what I didn’t said When you outgrow your anger bluff, And cease to worship jazz— When you lay off that high school stuff And speak of he-folks as . Not “fellows” all, but rather “men”; When you have canned a few Young eyebrow-lipped admirers, then— I'll buy the world for you! The Diplomat Louise—She advised me just how to manage my cook Julia—Was her method a success? Louise—Oh, absolutely! She got the cook within twenty-four hours. You are very clever-a_- at, I should guess! What do you mean?” “T mean this,” said the jeweler, producing both rings. “Any young man who can show a girl two rings like these and induce her to take the cheaper will go far i life.” “You're a little off, if you'll excuse the ex pression,” replied John “T've got another girl.” The Retort Courteous One of the “I feel it is my duty to tell you" sort of women came to Mrs. Deacon Gildroy the ot her day with a tale about the Deacon's goings on with another woman. “Well,” said Mrs. Gil- droy, folding herarmsand - eas looking straight at her Drawn by Noamay Astnoxy caller, “are you jealous?” ry Wuen You Haves'r Bees tx a Canoe in Tex Years