Judge — January 8, 1921 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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| | —— a) PE Drown by AWB. Watnun Wetcominc tHe New Year—Tue Posn-Squan mission got Latham down here last night and sve put him in the truth machine. Of course it all came out then. He had bribed the Chief Clerk of Marriage to exchange your sample with Latham’s.”” “Ted! [can’t thank you enough « [t's—well, | guess you know.” Harry laughed unsteadily Ted was speaking again. “They've sentenced Latham and the clerk to three years cach at making out income-tax que tionnaires. So long!” Harry and Estelle were mute a moment before the awfulne of Latham’s fate. Then the girl smiled dreamily You see—blood will tell,” Harry grinned. Then he paled. He was afraid he had made a pun, and there was a hundred-dollar fine against puns Just then two women took the bench op Guide to posite them and they could no longer con verse alow “Iam so happy!” Estelle telepathed. Harry willed her an ethereal kiss which as- suaged for all time the girl's heart-hunger. Take Your Choice By Be sw Bravey As Longfellow Wrote It HERE was a little girl, And she had a little curl Right in the middle of her forehead; And when she was good, She was very very good, But when she was bad she was horrid! As Walt Mason Would Do It Oh, listen to this obese bard whose muscles are composed of lard, and I will tittilate the lyre and celebrate with lyric fire a jolly little country girl who on her forehead wore a curl. She wore that let all the day, and wore it when she hit the hay. cording to F. P. Adams Young Chloris had ringlets clear down to her eye- brows, And she had a high moral r She trotted around with re. spectable highbrows, And mostly was watching her step But there were occasions when Chloris would weaken, And stern Mrs. Grundy would say, \ets as Escort “That horrid young Chloris is vamping the Deacon And painting the Appian Way!” As Edgar Lee Masters Would Handle It The town thought me a model woman With my girlish hair tumbling down my brow. I kept my secret well And even toda Nobody realizes the truth That at various times in fits of temper I burned the orphan asylum, Murdered my father because I didn’t like The smell of his pip And forged his will in my favor; People didn’t understand New York What a horrid thing I was when I got started Here's Grantland Rice’s Method In the dim gray mist of thegolden years, By the path where thedead dream lies, The wraith of a ghostly gir! appears With a curl down over her eyes; A good little girl in the vanished days, With eyes that were sweet and sad, But sometimes she walked by the prim- rose ways, And then she was pretty bad. Then There's T. A. Daly She was so sweet, dat leetle girl Weeth sooch a preety golda curl Dat on her forehead always hang An’ she’s a gooda child; but—bang Sometam when she ees getta mad Dat leetle girl ees vera bad! Nicholas Vachell Lindsay Would Speak After This Manner Clang go the cymbals, bong goes the When good she was as good as grass — Drawn by Jonx Hein Ju gong, but now and then this little lass would Broapway Bum goes the drum as I sing my song, get a sort of nasty streak and shewould — [yp.ctick, rover Song of the girl who was good, good, por, P ululate and shriek and rant around and Artiviciat. nit or FLUrr, good, tear her hair and bite the ground and Wio batty Lays HER Car With a curl peeping out from her FORE US Lavisuty, As IN Gaity Triprixc, cuss and swear! When bad she was a perfect cat, you take it from a bard NIGHT AND DAY, woolen hood. iets Bing and a bung and bim, bim, bim who's fat Tue tirep PAVEMENT Or Brosoway. She was as good as a seraphir comicbooks.com