Judge — July 17, 1920 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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i } Manhattan Love Ry Waro Morenovuse r | NHERE is only one mo- ment in which the things I have to say to Ruth really reach her heart, and that the vibrant interval between the time I touch the bell and the appearance of an unrolling cur- tain of light in the shaft which tells us the elevator has come to bear her aloft For just that instant we are in vacuo,” so to speak. The world beyond the apartment door is now but 2 vague thing in the shadows and its brawling voice a mumbled incoherency I might easily say “I love yeu” in that time, though scarcely more, But they would only be monosyllabic sounds to Ruth, a mere earnest of cour- teous attention, because in all the months [ have known her we have never really established contact. Though I have been singularly ebandoned to the task of revealing myself she doesn’t know me, she hasn't seen me. The hours end on end that I have spent with her have been marked by nothing more than ghostly pantomime—because all the forces of nature and man seem raised against me when I try to signal across the chasm Everything [ have ever said to Ruth has been accompanied by the roar of the subway, the clatter of a Greenwich Village table d’héte or the whine of the second violins as conveyed to the fifth row, right center, The propricties that kept me from her apartment now welcome me in the shape of resolutely cordial kinswomen. Drawn by Noaax Axtuost A FOURTH. Drawen by Rows Weert im TION OF THE SATURDAY Nic#t Batu Proates “T THINK A SPIRIT 18 TRYING TO SPEAK— Bored Party—Ask nim iF iz If there is a single retreat in New York where passion may appropriately become — vocal, the diligence ef despair has not been able to find it. 1 will, of course, except the one place and the one time—and that the darkened foyer in the moment before the elevator appears. But when words are to be made the things that bear the riches of one’s heart and mind time is needed, and time I never have, for this elevator is always prompt. So, until I can press the poem of my life into a phrase, I am worse than mute. Up By Fostex Wart "THE rapid rise of up is one of the sensations of the present season. The movement in favor of it is literally sweep ing the country. Whether we sit, stand, grow give. cut, cough or blow, there is but one correct way to do it—up. In former days it was customary also to drink up. This is no longer permitted. Instead we have the new government substitute known as dry up. So far, the law applies to all but the politicians who cannot be made cither to dry up or shut up. Many of the leading up activities of the day owe their pres- ent high state of development to our democratic form of gov- ernment. Among these are blowing up, giving up, coughing up, sticking up. covering up, putting up and holding up. On the other hand. the vogue of the walk-up and the tie-up is said to be due entirely to the efforts of the rent profiteers and labor unions, while the police and the vice crusaders share credit for the growing popularity of the frame- up and the clean-up. Sizing up is in high favor with voters and looming up has become the principal occupation of candidates. Some candidates are so loaded up with reputations and records that they find it difficult to loom, These men divide their time between living up and m uring up. Eventually, of course, the popular mind will be made up. So cheer up. Soon it will be all up! WE PLAYS BRIDGE; WE NEED Miss Muffet Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet In the usual feminine way; Soon a rich fellow spied her And sat down beside her— Did he frighten Miss Muffet? Oh, Gathering the Vote Lo—Banks made a bad mistake when he started uo kissing all the babies. Le—Should say so. His opponent Miss Swell- looker took the hint and started in on the fathers. comicbooks.com