Judge — January 15, 1921 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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Drawn by Pace Reney RETOUCHING—PROVING THAT THE AGE OF MIRACLES HAS NOT PASSED. that atmosphere. When he recovered from the shower of imag. inary floral tributes, he heard her voice * Please do tell me who you are.” she pleaded; “I would love to read some of your stori o He smiled and shook his head modestly said. She rapturously ranon. There was George Eliot, too. May round coffee-houses. A puzzled, half- ance. Why couldn't she “Some day,” he be George used to hang shamed look spread over her counte remember just when George flourished—was born. lived and died. Was George really dead? It was embarrassing. She would bravely ask. It was excusable, for George hadn't yet come in her course The man saw his lead, and basely started forth on a career of falsehood. He never lied about manila wrapping-paper. It sold itself. But this was different. All was fair in love and war, he thought Listen,” he whispered; “I am George Eliot. I had to tell you.” A look « first reaction. It turned to levity and then to scorn “Don't vou know that George Eliot is English?” she agitated. “Couldn't [ have come across for a visit?’ he persisted She seized her check and rushed amazement was her to the desk Too much!” she snapped The cashier rang up the silver the register and resnapped “What ¢ quarter?” The wrapping-paper salesman paid his and said nothing. He had gotten a lot you want for a A Farewell (With a confidential postscript) By Grorce B. Jexxtss, Jr HERE dim a gradual ution in your telephone calls, in your letters, in the length of your caresses. Yet, atin tervals, you still say that you love TE Uncle John me. GET FINANCIAL Lam not angry, nor am I sur Vepheve prised. I have forseen this mo. CE AT THE INVESTMENT has been Drawer by 8.0. Wasox A. ACKING ment. T have anticipated this occasion. I knew that, eventually, there would be an end to your love. Why do you repeat, with such charming yet nevertheless unconvincing insistence, that your affections have not undergone a change? Why do you continually swear that passion still thrills in your finger-tips, that love still sits smiling in your heart? We can be truly truthful, we can speak with out evasion. There is no need for careful phras: ing in our conversation. The awkward and annoy ing fact must be mentioned. You do not love me. And now that we have admitted this mournful and depressing truth, I bid vou farewell y find elsewhere a longer and more satisfi may you see clearly the happiness you but glimpsed with me, These are my last words. I bid you farewell! (P. S—For the last six months you have been extremely tiresome.) Before and After ORE we wed—she was submissive; By Mevex Heesan B I had all to say, For she was my stenographer— List to my plaintive lay The situation, now reversed, Alas, that thus it be, In those days I'd dictate to her Now—she dictates to me! | Saas em alll Tata So YOU'RE COING INTO BUSINESS FoR YouRsELF. How are you GOING TO Wet, BLoop’s THICKER THAN water, Uncre, so I've DECIDED TO GIVE you FiKST comicbooks.com