Judge — October 16, 1920 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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i—Wauy? Suitor—He Gave ME A TIP ON THE STOCK MARKET with Greek history and they wouldn't dare dispute me if I said the world was flat “Camouflage.” grinned Mr. Gray. “Go on.” Mr. Gray continued to smoke. Mrs. ay continued to read. Her voice, rising and falling. came to him in a meaningless monotone until he was roused by a changed accent; Mrs. Gray was saying, “The Seven-Seven Club presents this spoon with our sincere wish that all the good things of life may be yours.” “Now, how’s that?” she asked with evident pride. + “Absolutely rippin’! declared Mr. Gray, then seeing Mrs. Gray was suspicious he grasped at the last thing he had heard— something about “seven” and “spoons.” Assuming a puzzled look, he remarked, “Funny thing, though, to give seven spoons I thought spoons alw ne in dozens and half dozens.” “They are not giving seven spoons,” explained Mrs. Gray tartly. “It’s the Seve Club which is giving one spoon to Mrs. Crews’s new baby “Oh, yes, I see. One spoon for the new baby; but the other six spoons?” Mr. had a puzzled look that was not assumed. “Surely they don’t expect the Crews to “James, you are too stupid! It isn’t seven spoons, it’s a spoon. It’s the club that’s called Seven-Seven, because the classes are arranged in groups of seven. And when one of us has a baby we all chip in and get it a spoon. Don’t you se re, I get you now. You take turns having babies and getting a spoon, till you've all had seven babies and seven spoons. Quite a system and quite original, too, I should At least I never heard of taking turns having babie “Good gracious, James! Nobody else ever heard of it either. I never said they took turns. How could they?” “IT was wondering about that, too,” Mr. Gray ipnocently agreed. “How could they?” “Well, they couldn't, and they don’t,” snapped Mrs. “Some of them aren't even married.” jot married!” Mr. Gray sat up. “And yet they — Well, how do they do it?” “They don’t, I tell you.” “T should hope not!” “TL told you before, the club has nothing to do with babies; that’s just a side issue, and we make a sort of social event of it. The club is a study club, We ought, really, to have a name more suggestive of our intellectual aspirations, but we can never all agree, so we remain the Seven-Seven Club. And, 1 wish you wouLp rixp ovr now | sTAND WITH youR FATHER. TODAY. had on say, isn’t it odd! We've just had seven babies altogether and—" “Seven babies — together!” cjeculated Mr. Gray. en babies! Preposterous! ‘There's twins of course, and _ triplets, now and then. But seven! Your club is certainly setting pace, and it’s only a side issue. Heaven help us if you ever give it your full attention.” “Ob, stop, James, stop! I never said anybody had seven babies. No one ever did. I said seven of the members had babies, but the club hasn't any thing to do with babies, any- way. Mrs, Dunn organized the club ten years ago, and she hasn't a baby and never “Hasn't she? That's a shame. She ought to have her spoon. I should think she'd get peeved and quit the club.” “Can't you understand that the object of this club is intel- lectual improvement and not babies; besides maybe she don't want one. Some folks don't, you know. Drawn by W, 0. Wasos + A. “Look-11 WERe, Joe, HERE'S A DRAWERFUL 0° SILVER YOU overtooken. I wisit you'p TRY TO BE A LITTLE MORE CONSCIENTIOUS.” comicbooks.com