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

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Sarhadale Reyue - Drawn by Bauxsoare Ri Gl >» YOUR HUSBAND TOOK YOU TO A BALL-GAME Mac—Yes (sighing). Twist L covtp Make MIM TALK TO THE WAY HE TALKED TO THE UMPIRE! structed on a noiseless basis. No children are allowed to cry; use of explosives is prohibited; steamboat whistles ——” He got no further. The visitor had jumped upon him and was pounding him to death. “I'm going back to civilization.” he shricked. “and get a job in a boiler factory!” The Same Old Story By U1. J. Orn HE could see that he was struggling inwardly— that some momentous disclosure was in the offing. So Alene waited. For a few moments she kept up a desultory fire of conventionalities. Then: “Little pal, I’ve got to tell you—" He unclenched one fist long enough to run his hand through his soft, vivid hair. Alene, wise girl, waited. “T’ve got to—I've got to be square with you. Alene, I’m in love with two girls; and you're one of them. I He stopped, utterly shorn of speech and wit Alene must have been startled, although it would be difficult to say which part of the announcement created the most hubbub in her pretty head. Whatever may have been her emotions, she held perfect composure, and remained the sweet, self-sacrificing girl that had won—well, at least half of his affec- tion. “It’s Dot, isn’t it, Jack?” simply. “Yes,” was the reply. “Well, Jack, don’t you think—of course it is rather difficult for me to say—but, Dot is your type of girl “Oh, not necessarily “Besides, she would be so disappointed.” “Well, how about—” He caught him- self too late to avoid the gross misplay. “Oh, never mind about me,” she mur- mured, with a trace of a smile peeking around the corner of the d she inquired RAISING THE COOK mple inher cheek. “Jack, “Gy.y Se I'm going to be as frank with you as you have been with me. The fact is, I can sym- pathize with you, because—I’m in pretty much the same fix. For me also, there is a choice to be made between two.” The mod- esty of a maiden forbade her going into fur- ther details. “T didn’t know that, of course. What a 5 rotter | am not to have thought that there \\ surely would be some one else besides me! \ Both were singularly quiet after this burst \ of modesty. Jack was patently having a bad ~ time of it. Alene, however, seemed resigned; S=> although her voice was a bit tremulous. She ended the silence. “Dot is older, more experienced — “If you mean more clever at handling men, yes.”” Another period of dull misery for the per- plexed suitor. And she has mone: “Jove, you know that means nothing to me. Dad intends to settle a half million on me as soon as——”* Alene thought over this halting defense. Yet she seemed even more determined to play the unselfish role But, Jack, I—we’ve got to admit that Dot is the more attractive; she'll make the better wife; she is beautiful, talented, thoughtful——” She was interrupted. Slowly, reluctantly you might say, she raised her eyes to meet those of the man who had gripped her firmly by her winsome shoulders. “Alene,” he breathed, “Alene, Alene, don’t you see, girl, that I don’t care for a thousand qualities in Dot. AUT WALKKCe R- Drawn by A.B. Watcen “No, Jia, Pa Sor CULTIVATING A GARDEN THIS Year. [Mo TIRED oF VEGETABLES FOR AN ARMY OF BUGS TO DEVOUR.” rr! Then Itt Cer att or yours over HERE “4 comicbooks.com