Judge — October 2, 1920 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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my me is Harold Borus), “IT have a pain in my neck At her own sugges- tion [had taken a trip around the world On my return she urged me to go round again. I was going round for the third time when the wrecking of the steamer had interrupted my trip. On my own part. too, I am free to fess that my wife's attitude had aroused in me a sense of pique, not to say injustice. Iam not in any way’a vain man. Yet her attitude wounded me. I would no sooner begin, “When I was in the Himalayas hunting the humpo or humped buffalo.” than she would inter rupt and say. “Oh, Harold. would you hand i going down to the billiard roon seeing if I left my cigarettes under the billiard table?” When I returned, she was gone. By agreement we had arranged for a divorce. On the completion of my third voyage we were to meet in New Orleans Clara was to go there on a separate ship, giving me the choice of oceans. Had [I met Edith Croyden three months later I should have been a man free to woo and win her. As it was I Drawn by T. S. was bound. I must put a clasp of iron on my feelings. I must wear a mask. Cheerful, helpful, and full of narrative, E must yet let fall no word of love to this defenceless girl. (To be continued next week. Don't miss the next installment of this thrilling romance of the sea.) Egoism \ horse-tly lit on the tank of the Favorite, just as he was start ing. The people cheered. “How they admire me,” said the horse-tly. The Favorite won, The horse-tiy bowed to the people. “I carried him to victory,” said the f Just then the Favorite switched his tail All Set What have we here?” Does she carry a gun?” Sure.” “Where?” “In her handbag.” HINT TO LANDLORDS WHO DON'T WANT CHILDREN IN THEIR APARTMENTS: PROVIDE KENNELS IN THE BACK YARD. Drawn by Gomonrn 0 Res Would-be Wive One—Wuy ox tant vo yor WASTE YOUR TIME IN THAT Way? Beauty's ONLY SKIN DEEP! Wise One—Ber, sy ovar, Us Nor wast ine rt. Witat’s Love WUT A SKIS-Gaste APTER ALL? Next? By Maser Have Cottver J" 825 enough of moder stuf When Betsy bobbed her hair. We thought that it was just a bluff \t being debonair. And when she wore a jaunty skirt That barely reached her knee, We said it really did not hurt, And left her ankles free. She puffed a pretty cigarette— We raised our brows and eyes, And said that by and by we'd get Accustomed to surprise. She slipped into a backless dress— She slipped, perchance, is right! We registered regret, I guess, At such a barebacked sight. She’s going now from bad to worse— We fear to dic from shocks— We dare not add another verse Since Betsy took to socks! How She Discovered It Louise—] always suspected Mrs. Newrich had been a cook and now I am sure of it. Julia—Not Louise—Yes, 1 discovered it by the quick and skillful way she packs a trunk. Good Men Some men are so good they will tend baby while the wife takes care of the furnace. < | | ] : comicbooks.com