Judge — September 25, 1920 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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WALL-NUTS James Montgomery Flagg This clever in full col mounted on mat, ready for the frame, sent prey twenty-five cents. Judge Art Print 225 Fifth Avenue New York City Egg View News-Notes By Lesue Van Every BUTTON EDGIN is the owner of the only combination clothes and shoe brush in this neighborhood Plato Prouty give-a-hangers. peanuts he tos: be caught in his often, Ote Gimber has went to his last hot-weather attended Sate struggling with his nation’s don’t alted is one of the Every time he buys most of them up in the air to outh, and he muffs one quite y night and movie show. Hf spent the whole emotions and the mosquitoes ‘Truman Bilge had a good look into the future yesterday, after which he unanimously decided to be present in Pollywog when the clocks are turned back again, so he can get that extra hour’s sleep he would be cheated out of if he stayed here. Miss Phrony electric fan in Pollywog yesterday, and ampu- tated the tail to her summer furs. Bill Waite, our grocer, washed just enough of his front window Friday that if he finished the job, he'd: need an awning Edgin stood too close to an to discov Coarse Work His Father (ot luncheon in the hotel, to son who has just compicted his college career) And have you decided upon your next course, young man? Young Saphead—Indeed, 1 have, pater. What do you say toa shrimp salad with a little caviar? Living Example Unselfishness is voluntarily « things we need. Give a li Teacher without the example? Tommie— he needs it 1. He goes without a bath when Film Fun The magazine that puts you on speak- ing terms with your favorite star. For Sale at All Newsstands 20c. A COPY $2.00 A YEAR (Advertising Rates on Application LESLIE. JUDGE CO. 225 Filth Avenue, New Yerk City JUDGE The Street of the Beautiful Spectacles By Cuarces T’S only seven houses long And scarcely wide enough for song. nd men may h the er At And never sec \ jutting wall conceals the gate You find it by a trick of fate For all the Of doors worn tld a grown-up street, ray with dreams and feet. could leave ar, . ment of the day wistful su one swift ni \slant on stucco wa The sheen was like a cloth of gold \ beam that slipped from gabled t And fell dusk-deep and k 0 old st its smile Madame, how came the street to get This name, “La Rue des Belles Lunettes?” Her earrings danced. shook her head pus!” was all she said \ shattered gas-lamp tottered bl Near where the street bi to wind \ rusty rainpipe leaned for breath By window red ‘gainst all but death \ path le Where echoes wander up and s youth in town. Verbal Dope Mrs. Wise—This homing matter is certainly serious; fancy peo Mr. Wise—Why church! sleeping in churches! y dear, T always sleep in So to Speak “What are you doing there?” “Just airing my views.” explained the pho tographer as he put some blue prints out to dry ities A Hil Alt ke Divine For echoes need but little room And run much faster in the gl ‘The houses overhanging far At night a street without a star Monsieur what poet up and set This sign, “La Rue des Belles Lunettes?” He shrugged his shoulders, oh! so high “Twas plain he knew no more than I Its width sufficient unto two Who walk \ troubadour with na Might serenade the ancient stones, But he could never sally far For fear of smashing uitar 4 as lovers do: Ww tones Grandmire, oh, why— you'd not forget This name She leaned across the casement wide Significantly she replied “It's dark To find your way home here at night you must have gl. She took her shawl with careful hand As if but she could understand doubt And wiped her spectacles She thought. that night. of ge yut His Mental Black Cat \ man who im. superstitious Over-Reaching Mr. N for my father is good enough for me. Mr. Woyder Gage—V'd go further too good. Irrow Gage ls . = BS CODA Drawn by W. 0, Waaos + A.C. See iF you CAN FIND THE wUTTER, Grorce MANTELPIECE. 30 Movinc Day I muxk t's IN THE COAL SCUTTLE ON THE “La Rue des Belles Lunettes?” bright at others think as much of him as he thinks of himself must be What was good enough it’s much naa a