Judge, 1920-08-28 · page 34 of 36
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Dont Send (p the shoes promptly, We want ¥ tosee these shoes at our risk. | E: try them on—and then decide ‘as to whether or not you wish to keep Our special in price is only $3.98 per pair while they last. Season's greatest value. We send them to you, not a cent in advane that you can compare them with: $1.00 0 $3.00; ge ‘at our expense, You won't be out ‘acent and we take all the risk. Stylish and Durable Made of genuine, leather in Two Million Motor Cars Will Not Be Enough AA MILLION persons who b at 4 LESLIE'S WEEKLY 5 Fifth Avenue, New York, N. Y. ——— — - -COUPON=-—— Harotn W. Stausox, M.E Manager 3 Department Lestin’s Weex.y 225 Pifth Avenue New York City 1 am considering the purchase of @ car to cost abou and am especially interested in one of the (make (type) y requiremenis for a car are as follows. Type Driven and cared fi Kind of r makes The follow 1 am ‘interested Please advise me as to the car best suited to my require ment Name Address Drown by Nowmax AxTHoxy “Jupce i Axo Jury The Isle of Smoke By Berton Pratey F they take our tobacco away Our lives will be cheerless a But there'll be quite a band Which will sail for a land Where a smoker may smoke and be gay. d gray; Way down in the warm southern seas, We will pick out an isle where the breeze Is fragrant indeed With the scent of the weed, And there, in the shade of the trees, We'll loiter from morning to night With nothing to do but invite Our souls, as we puff Nicotinian stuff In a haze of content and delight. We shall grow neither barley nor wheat, We shall raise no potatoes or meat, But tobacco shall grow Row on ripening row In the fields aromatic and sweet. re shall be no lace curtains to hold he reck of tobacco grown old, And if we drop ashes On chair arms or sashes There won't be a soul who will scold. Small-Town Standards Visitor—Is he a prominent citizen? Native—You bet he is. Visitor-—Busiress man or politician? Native—Neither; but there’s been eight pictures taker of Main Street in the past forty years and he’s been in seven of them. Mu Each house, be it stately or small, Shall have, firmly built in the wall, A great hum: With a plentiful store Of smokes to regale one and all. By day shall our isle be endowed With smoke in an opaline cioud, Its beacons by night Shall be only the light From the pipes and cigars of the crowd. And the mariners, sailing the tide, Shall sniff at the air, far and wide, When the breeze brings the smell From the isle where we dwell— The smell of the smoke they’re denied. Till, lured by that odor of yore They'll steer for our beautiful shore With one joyous whoop They will join with our group And never go back any more. So, though it’s convenient to stay Just now, in the old AL, We shall flee, our whole tribe, To that isle I describe If they take our tobacco away! Leap-Year Troubles Maude—How do you happen to be en- gaged to two men at once? Alice—Why, I proposed to Jack last night and he accepted me, and now Tom, who refused me last week, writes that he has reconsidered in my fav ew ae ea hen ah hi WAANST2F7ONCe&Ha wyeH wl