Judge — September 11, 1920 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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ai Steady, Men! By Rep Ressie PRETTY girl from Havana stood A on the pier a little apart from the rest of the passengers who had core off the ship. Looking at her from any direction, her skirt reached no farther than her knees. It was a blue accordion-pleated skirt. She wore a pair of gray silk stockings and short-vamped high-heeled, suéde shoes. Her shirtwaist was of white voile with a U neck and short sleeves; a becoming straw turban was set low on her head Customs inspectors were considering her in an unprofessional way She wore her hair braided and hang- ing down her back. No one looking at her casually would ever have guessed it. Her lips were well shaped. Her com Dashedale Rogers — plexion was clear and real, but the small, bright, brown eyes under her finely curved brows had scen many things. You felt sure of it One of the customs inspe she'd put her hair up and wes iwenty-one, ¢ - N’ Vl bet she ain’t more’n sixteen.” put in another. “Hey, John” —this to the man at the desk—“find out this little girl “Which one?” “This kid with the short dresses. Here she comes.” She walked to the desk and presented her declaration of Property The half-dozen unoccupied customs men listened earnestly with dissembled airs of disinterestedness. There was some talk in Spanish and then she passed on with one of the inspectors to have her baggage examined. How old?” was the question “Forty-five,” said John Drown by Banxsoace Rooens Ex-Hooer Secretary BOHYDRATES—OR, SAY, ctors said: “A pretty girl. that. If r long dresses she could pass for sy.” Due Consideration “Wasn't that you and Berger fight- | WELL. WHAT | [DO You want?) — Taking Him Literally OM, BRING MEAN ASSORTMENT OF PROTEINS, PATS AND CAR- ABOUT EIGHT HUNDRED CALORIES. On Foot By La Tovucue Haxcock I rush across the street so wide, Wriggle, squirm, sneak and glide; ke no chances, which are slim, Trust to eye, and nerve, and limb! My life, you know, hangs in the toss, Once more, once more, I am across! Oh! pity, pity, if you can— I'm just a poor pedestrian! His Opinion Sunday School Teacher—The meek shall inherit the earth. Willie Willis—Ych, but what's the use? The Government will sock on an inheritance tax so Lg ) that there won't be anything left “I believe in supplying the people said the astute ing and cursing down the street there 1 ae with what they want a little while ago?” Dye! (en-au) business man. “Yes, and I'd have trounced him Ai \tForcor!) “That's right,” agreed the chronic a whole lot worse than I did, but he belongs to my church.” Still Working Willis his article says there have been no new Pullman cars built for the past three years. Gillis—Well, the fellows who used to name them have been working right along inventing names for the new soft drinks. Down to Cases “Yes, 1 have studied architecture amid the palaces of Venice and the minarets of Spain.” “Good enough, son. Now let’s sce uA iss Ae tis howewrat dist Tne juvesite cues what you can do in the way of design aWEstey SLIULTANROUS'< ing a tin garage. GROCERY STORE. Drawn by CW. Kanes 13 | Giaw borrower. “You don't—er—happen to have a spare ten-spot yul you, do you?” A Life-Saver Browne—AM the world loves a lover. Trene—Ves, when a girl throws a man overboard, there is generally some other girl there to throw him a life-preserver. Accommodating “May Tuse your lawn mower for 3 short time, Mr. Gloom?” asked the next-door neighbor. “Certainly, Mr. Mooch,” replied J. Fuller Gloom, “ but do not take it out of my yard, please.” UNPERT, HERO OF MES, 1S SENT TO ee 9 ee es, oe ee ey ee ed