Judge — October 2, 1920 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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| So Confusing—Wealth had carried Mrs. Nurich into exalted circles of which she had hardly dared even to dream Ata big dinner-party she was being shown the glories of an ancestral mansion by her titled hostess, and as they passed along a corridor the latter lady paused before a marble bust “"Oose that of? asked Mrs. Nu rich, with an air of great interest. “That is Marcus Aurelius, replied. her hostess. “Oh! Is it?” exclaimed Mrs. Nu- rich. “But 1 wish you'd tell me,” she went on confidently, “whether it's the old Marquis or the new one ? ‘em mixed up so." —Answers These College Boys > you grad- uated from a barber college? What is your college yell?” “Cut his lip, cut his jaw, leave his face, raw, raw, raw!"”—Florida Times- Union Sour Grapes— Governor Allen of Kansas was talking in Atlantic City about ferocious attack which an editor had made on politics and politicians. “Sour grapes,” he said. “The man wanted to run for congress and his rty turned him down His talk now reminds me of the chap who proposed to Lotta Golde, the old-maid heiress. Lotta, the proposal over, shook her head and said No, Mr. Ostrander; a thousand times no, It isn’t merely that I do not love you; the truth is that you are even repulsive to me. Iam surprised that you risked this declaration, Could you not read your ‘rejection in my face?” “The well-known sour grape look gleamed in young Ostrander’s eyes as he gave a harsh laugh and retorted “*No. IT was never any good at reading between the lines.’ —Detroit Free Press. Breaking It Gently—A fondness for backing an occasional winner was one of Bill's. weaknessess; that his selection didn’t always come home first couldn't be blamed on him. After a certain race he got home rather later than usual, to be met at the door by his wife, her face distorted with rage. The High Cost of Motoring A EZ Orener—Sror wer, Jones! We are comne too rast! Chauffeur—| cax't—I've Lost cont “THEN PUT ON YOUR BRAKES!” “'THey won't act!” “Tues ror Gon’s sake rt He knew the signs, and sank into a chair. content to wait till the clouds had rolled by. When at last she had to pause for nt of breath, he remarked casually I say, Nell, ye likes to ‘ear 0” people winnin’ lots 0’ money, don’t yer?” Visions of new hats and even a dress ted before her dazzled eyes, so. the No woman forced a smile to her lips and replic “That Ido. Tell me about it.” “Well,” he said, as she nestled close to him, “a bookmaker’s been an’ gorn an won all me wages this week. "Answers London). His Loaf, the Doctor—You XeeD A GOOD REST: YOU TIRED YOURSELF DURING THE LAST STRIKE.— 7 OL Recognizing Her Likeness—Lucy was gazing through the window of the local photographer, her eyes glued on a certain picture. It was the annual procession of school children through the vill. lary!” she shricked excitedly to her friend. “Come ‘ere!” What's the matter, Lucy?” asked the other. “You sce the photo of Annie Smith on the third row there?” “Yes,” replied Mary “An’ you see the pair 0’ boots pe- hind Annie?’ “Well, that’s me.""—Los Angeles Times. The Ideas Children Have—Ruth was fond of apple butter spread on her bread, the thicker the better. Recently she made her first visit to the country. Miter several days she said to her hostess. “Didn't you have any apples to feed your cows this year?” The puzzled farmer’s wife inquired “Why do you ask that?” *Cause,” came the reply, “1 don’t see any apple butter.""—/ndiane polis News. comicbooks.com