Judge — August 7, 1920 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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mity of the fair one and her ten 1 his bag to get a book showed signs of hysteria Nervous over the prox to confidences, Jimson open when the ye “If Lonly had my vinaigrette!” she excl trunk! But [ve a bottle in my bag up there that might serve Will you kindly reach it for me?” “Certsinly, Miss!” And J sey, clumsily brought down her bag fr g wom who was very nson n the rack ypened it and brought out a bottle of perfume oung won vicinity at once knew what had happened. The | showed fresh signs of hysteria, and limson um in the smoker. where his beg almost nullified the atmo: phere of that evil-smelling place Arriving in New York, Jim son made his way home, leav ing a trail of perfume. Mrs Jimson sniffed the odor in quiringly before he could greet and kiss her “T thought you hated per di endear asy remarked, ave impending fumery.” ing his ment do, my dear.” “It’s scandalous in a man, IT think.” I know it is “Well?” “The same to you, my r “What does it mean?” “There's no perfume on me. Lucinda.” “But r factory you smell like an “Ldon’t. It's my bag ‘ An accident.” ' “Must have been a funny ceident! | “It was rather funny, but I didn’t think so at the time.” © Will vou open your bag?’ Jimson opened his bag Mrs. Jimson began to inves- tigate, emitting exclamations f disgust. Jimson, who always in line with his failing had ya little afraid of his wife, took a chair lik martyr in- to patience. “I tell you it was an accident. Happened on the train “Is this a part of the accident? intimate garment of exclusively usual freshness of a sample “No, dear May AsTHONT Mrs. Jimson held up an It lacked the feminine use That's been banging around with my stuff for two weeks. hadn't included that model in my samples one of my sample cases I found they had.” Mrs. Jimson looked at him peculiarly. “But it was not in this bag when you went away, for I packed it.” “No. It wasn’t. Abie ou know Abie—met me at the train with it. I meant to make you a present of it on my retum All it needs is laundering.” “Oh! Indeed! Well, I don’t want it’ When I went away they thought at the office they But when I opened You'd better send it lency ta moment ed. “t's in my nervous Uncorking ' © was about to convey the bottle to her nose when it fe ) into Jimson’s open bag betiom upward, and before Himson could ! rescue it the contents had percolated through his belongings It was a rare and persistent periume, and everybody in the trembling, sought RerLections oF to her. Or perhaps you meant to take it back to her on your next trip. What a spontancous liar you are!” Mrs. Jimson, who had held the garment gingerly, dropped it on the floor with rimace “But I've told vou the truth, Lucinda.” “The truth! You haven't told me a thing! woman must be a perf Phew! ‘That me hound! That sort of women always “1 tell you it was an accident. A whole bottle of perfume was spilled in my grip. L wa ‘ “It smells like a gallon. I don’t believe you! Theophilus Jimson, to own up It would do you roe just elty!” “You still think I’m lying to you, ch?” Why. I know you are! once—as “Think? There's a woman in this Jimson hs SPRt 1 seemed hopeless throughout the colloquy, and had groaned two or three times. Henow looked strangely Mrs. Jimson, whose glance expectant. ‘Then he braced up. He seemed a dif ferent person. “Very well.” he said “This is the last straw. What's the use? There was a woman the ce. A young woman And take it from me, sh aswell looker!” And Jimson, with a swagger new to him, strode off to his room was was Bottled Up “My stars, how did Jones cut up his face that way?” “Poor fellow launching the other day, and he licked the pieces.” was at a The Eternal Masculine Miss See—Men are so v observant, w, Miss Love leigh has just left us, and I don’t believe you've the least idea what she had on Mr. Saw—H’'m—well, 1 can't describe her attire in detail. But as I remember gave me a general impression of a costume of black silk. Miss See—Indeed! Well, she wore a taupe tailor-made with a white Georgette blouse; a Panama hat with pink roses, patent leather pumps and black silk stockings! Van Ono d0 A Bacurtor Compensation The night has a thousand eyes,’ Said the well-read centipede. “But I have my numerous legs And I wouldn't take sight for spced!”” Not Too Abruptly “Did your brother-in-law leave without waming?” Not presizely,” replied the gaunt Missourian, “He borrowed six bits from me the day before he left and then whipped me for wanting to know when [ was likely to get ‘em if ever.” back comicbooks.com