Judge — October 30, 1920 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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Lookit, cowboy of the planes. People cry out my name wherever airships fly. I rope the comets in their flight and throw old Taurus every night. Poetry.” Peachetta gazed adoringly into his eyes. “Oh, G., aren't you just won- derfull” she sighed. “Yes,” he modestly admitted, “T'm all of that “And you know just everything, don’t you?” “Well, very nearly, very nearly.” “Then tell me,” she begged, “what power has made me come out here and dance against my will and rough trees and everything?” “Same thing that made me risk ve to save you. Got my “Then you, foo, hear the Voice?” “Sure, we all do.” The Literary Hack By Haroun Setox ARY MAUDLIN’S “Lullabyes,”— (I wrote it!) How to Hypnotize,”— (I wrote it!) “On the Farm,” by Silas Green, “Altar-cloths,” by Chaplain Dean, “Etiquette,” by Van der Veen,— (I wrote ‘em!) Stella Siren’s “‘Throbs and Thrills.” (I wrote it!) Blackstone Bane “On Making Wills,” ([ wrote it!) “Children’s Gam “Coats of Arms,” by Ivor Crown, “Parts of Speech,” by Nita Noun (I wrote ’em!) Zarah's ’ by Betty Brown, Greedy’s “Famous Chefs and Cooks,”” (I wrote it!) Musty’s “On Collecting Books,’— (I wrote it!) ] “Household Remedies.” by Blake, “Cowboy Days,” by Broncho Jake, “Honesty.” by Fraud and Fake.— (I wrote 'em!) “But, suppose—sup pose we dared to disobey. What would | happen?” ¢ “Happen?” said G. Lookit, as the spot of moonlight they were in itically Inclined Youth—Do you tusk grew smaller and smaller. “We'd THE FRONT PORCH CAMPAIGN IS EFFECTIVE? loge our Frivolous Flapper—No. A trip TO Tuk : > = MOVIES COUNTS MUCH MORE WITH ME. jobs. You can’t get Peachetta, in her wild abandon, saw him funny with a not. Her doom, as well as her room, movi e¢-direc seemed to be sealed. With a snarllikea tor.”’ hungry watchercallit he sprang upon her, ; and his breath burned her cheek like the Perhaps hot air from a car. With a scream resem- Tourists who i bling that of a motor-boat calling its go to the British } mate, Peachetta tore herself from his Isles alwa ys q clutches, and slipping instantly into third _ tell of the grea t speed made for the trees. After her the number of very y enraged villain dashed. Around the tree old men they 5 trunks they flew, stumbling over fright- have seen in the a ened rabbits and skiddingly threading Sc otch high- i their way over the pine needles. Just lands. Perhaps as her limbs were bending under her— the only way she could bend them, poor girl, unless she stood on her head—down through the treetops crashed an air- plane, driving her pursuer into a close- fitting grave. From the wreck sprang a handsome, leather-clad figure, who caught Peachetta at the moment she got ready to faint. And in the moment, her father and Lord Noodlehed appeared. “What doe: mean, McMunn, inquisitively | * demanded CHAPTER IV What Made Her Do It? "LL satisfy your childish curiosity,” said the aviator, in tones so deep that Peachetta loved him instantly. She could not barytone like tenor. “I am G. the Scots are w ell-preserved because they are “canny.” These Here Shimmy Hounds “T uster be a purty fair clod hopper in my day,” comment ed old man Bub ber Nickens, “but I hev shore lost out. Dern ef some uv these heredances they pull off now adays wouldn't trip a sheep!” Dracn by G. B. Lxwooo “Le’s sre; fi if | ras Ste SAY TO VoTE FoR!” wuo'p comicbooks.com