Judge — December 18, 1920 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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=a cae | The 65th Anniversary Number of LESLIE'S WEEKLY ‘| contains contributions by | President-Elect | Warren G. Harding Thomas A. Edison Herbert Hoover Cardinal Gibbons Samuel Gompers | Senator | Henry Cabot Lodge Hudson Maxim President Hadley of Yale University Senator Knute Nelson Booth Tarkington Dr. Henry Van Dyke Lafayette Young Otto H. Kahn General March LESLIE’S December 18th issue Now on Sale A Singer By Cyne B. Eoas E sang a song about “ Mother.” It was a touching song. and there were tears in the eyes of the cabaret patrons long before he had finished He had no art about him: his was i plainly untrained even harsh, at_ times to the ears of the sen sitive It the feeling he put in his work that gripped you; somehow you were conscious that this man felt to the mar- row the filial senti- ments he was singing was Listen — he was coming to theend now ‘O, God bless you His voice broke, A woman at one of the tables sobbed. An old roué blew his nose violently and keep you Mother Machree There was a rever- end pause — followed by a thunderous volley of handclaps. The Singer bowed three or Draws by Part Reney four times, then started foranante-room where he took up a letter he had been writing pre- vious to the rendition of his last number. He looked at what he had already scribbled, bit the end of his pencil cont emplatively, spat a splinter onto the floor, and continued: As to sending you the tenner you say you need so bad, it can’t be done. I'd like t but a feller in my job has gotta live up to every cent. Now Ma, for the love of Mike, he rea sonalte The Moth and the Flame By Witttast S. Apxins HE lady barber is the tame And I'm the moth, And others to admit the same Are nothing loath Our happiness on her each day Appears to hinge. We moths all seek the flame and say Gimme a. singe.” A Superfluous Request Don't believe a thing they say gasped the dying man to his sorrowing wife. She didn’t sbout me,” They said that he had led an exemplary life and had been a true and devoted husband. | Stockixes The Rural Sport “My sister from the City was here last night and we were up very late. We did not go to bed until nine o’cloc id Farmer Brown. “Well, a thing like that won't hurt you once in a while,” said Farmer Johns, who was broadminded and something of a sport | Regarding Editorial, Subscription and | Advertising Matters 235 Fifth Chicago: Lite Bldg.. 226 Fifth Avenue, New York City Junce will be glad to consider jokes and prions should always be accompanied by post if unaccepted Lesive-Judge Company. Entered at the 225 Fifth Avenue JUDGE New York City