Judge — December 11, 1920 — page 19: what you’re looking at

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ubtle Hint Lovely Woman Can you tell me why a woman, As she hurries to the door, Stops to put a little powder on her nose? Oh, of course, it’s only human | We have heard that said before! case entirely, 1 sup- It explains t pose. But whatever is the reason, Anywhere you chance to mect Whether in the social parlor Or upon the crowded street, Even though she may be rushing To the train, with hurried feet, She will stop To put some powder On her nose You may’ think she’s interested 7 In the merchant's window show But she’s only putting powder on her nose! Ye All these windows are invested With a mirrored back, you know, And the merchant wots where his \ persimmon grows. At an afternoon reception You will see each woman try To pre-empt some set postion; Pe If you follow up her eye This Strange World Ch Le M Id He—Wers vou at Trouvitte Last sua Ny I GIVE YOU sO MUCH ATTENTION AND YET YOU TAKE No HEED OF MF.” “TRY GIVING ME SOMETHING ELSE ou will sce a mirror near her And you'll know the reason why When she dabs \ little powder On her nose owder, lip-stick and cosmetics, Lingerie and flimsy frills— That's the way the formula for woman gocs! hocolate bonbons and esthetics And a catalogue of ills, With a bluff at mending socks, for hopeful beaux! But we shall not criticize her Let her tuffle and she will! She's the invalid she’s treating, And the powder puff’s her pill. ot her powder, rouge and lip-stick And we'll gladly pay the bill, or she needs a Little powder her nose! —Richmond Times-Dispatch A Bollade of the Mad Golfiac High Cost of Living makes me growl at fate, ly landlord’s raised my rent again; but say, lid the course today in cighty-cight, I think I shall not hang myself today. y cellar’s getting low; the liquid glee ; ™ ree No. I had stored up seems to evaporate. He—Wuatacoixcioesce! Neituer was My friends have had a lot of drinks WW—Le Journal Amusant (Paris). on me, 19 "—Fliegende Blactter (Munich.) But very few of them reciprocate. The stocks in which I chose to speculate \re going down. But you should see the way I drove and putted Great! I think I shall not hang myself today Honest, it was Although my suit is patched as it can be T cannot buy another, for the state Of my finances is just one degree Removed from ruin; and, I'll tell you straight, F My watch is hocked. With viciousness innate My luck in poker leaves me when I play. But on the links I’ve hit a bully gait, I think I shall not hang myself today Caddy, TM take the brassie. Oh, I hate To boost myself, but that’s some wallop, hey? Plump on the green! My worries dis- sipate, I think I shall not hang myself today. New York Tribune. Sympathetic. A pleasant man is Henry Hive, And full of sympathy, I know: He says he cannot lend me “five' But he is always sorry, though. —Detroit Free Press.