Judge — January 15, 1921 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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re missives votion—letters which this intelligent jury will see of ardency and impatience over delay.” And the lawyer handed to the judge, and the judge passed to the clerk of the court, a bundle of letters apparently written on superfine paper and tied with a ribbon which in color matched the dominant note transmitted by the plaintiff's hat an adornment that had caused many subdued expressions of admiration from the women present The clerk will read the letters.” said the judge Shall they be read in their order?” he asked the plaintiff's attorney “If it may please Your Honor, yes. As the clerk began to read, in the monotone characteristic of court clerks, the plaintiff and her attorney became engrossed with other papers which no doubt had to do with the case. she leaving her more prominent seat to join him, Everybody else in the court-room was at attention. The droning of the clerk could not disguise the fact that the first letter of the bundle began “Why?” the judge asked, his tone showing surprise ©The letter just read may be legitimate within its personal scope, but as the pleadings show, the name of my client is not Herbert.” Delayed.in Transmission Ry HL. Horros [ HAD an hour before train time and T thought L woubl prove the shining hour by dropping in at a movie seeing that thriller, “Murdered on Monday,” of which I had heard much. [dropped in. [was just in time to see the pic ture announced and I congratulated myself on my timeliness As I sat down the title of the thriller was thrown on the screet thing like this 4 gram of announcements: “Produced by Robert H. K Photographed by William V. Doran. Filmed) by John Jones. Screened by James $ wand and then I saw, in solemn succession, sc “My darling Genevie : or that it breathed an ardent pas sion; or that it expressed im patience that she had suddenly postponed their wedding until some day yet to be named, while professing a love that equaled his own The women in the room strained intelligence to get every note of endearment of them blushed, for there were phrases in the letter that might well embarrass third persons The clerk's colorlass intoning could not rob them of amatory significance. When he finished with “Your adoring Herbert.” the clerk himself seeme to awaken from the tedium of his reading, and he smiled as he imparted to these final words a mock sentimentality Some of «1 some the women spectators, acquain- tances of both parties, perhaps. showed a peculiar animation Their buzzing brought a repri mand from the judge’s gavel The plaintiff and her attorney had still been engaged with docu ments, but as the defendant's torney quickly sprang to his feet, his opponent disclo: iden apprehension, and sought to forestall his antagonist. He was too late “Your Honor,” said the de fendant’s attorney, “I move for a dismissal of the complaint in this action.” “On what ground asked, “On the ground that the let- ter just read—and no doubt all the letters handed up are open to the same objection—has no bearing whatever on the ca * the judge Lon« Smith. Sketched by Charles J Burton. Presented by Martin X. Hurley. Personal direction of Henry Ko Stuart. Engin cored by James Ro Martin Shadowed by Peter F. Spencer Toned down by Frederick L. Dutton, Censored by National Board of Sensational Film Elim- ination. Reeled by Paul P. Baker. Chartered by Frank W. Holmes. urranged by: Frank lin P. Snyder. Revised by Carl N. Flint. Enlarged by Theodore M. Manning. Copyrighted by Elijah T. Saunders.” NEW YEAR'S I think it was a fine picture, RESOLUTIONS | but I never saw it, as, by the time Hick that the prospectus, table of denda had been contents and a given out for publication, [looked at my watch and it was train time However, the old train was late and I made it, but the picture was finished about the time I reached my destination fifty miles away Wise Little Daughter They were talking of the Miss- issippi_ river. Father said im pressively: “It is so great that it is sometimes called, ‘The Father of Waters’. Little daughter interrupted: “Why, Daddy! 1 should think it would be “The Mother of Waters.” for you know it is Mrs. Sippi!” Yep By Rov Trspre House The rose is blue The violet’s red Sugar’s sour And the poets are dead Adam and Eve's Telephone No. Ur-Grave 281—Apple. 12z comicbooks.com