Judge — January 22, 1921 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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First Place for Our Navy in 1923 An array of big, thrilling facts which every real Amer- ican will delight in read- ing, are embodied in the leading illustrated article in the current number of Leslie’s Weekly In 1923 the new battle- ships, cruisers, torpedo- boats, submarines, Hying- boats, super-dirigibles and man-power of the U. S. Navy will constitute the most formidable marine defence of any nation on earth. What these battle- ships and auxiliary sea fighting-machines are, what their power is, when and where they will be built, their cost, their purposes, their equipment, are facts told in detail in this aston- ishing and pride-provoking article. This is the first time the full naval program of the nation has been given to the public. You will want to know all about it. In- deed, it is a part of your education as an American citizen to know all about it. Ask your Newsdealer to lay aside your personal copy. Leslie’s for January 22d On Sale by All Live-Wire Newsdealers He sua a boy, Lused to see on the fences ot ia.abe pyears or everyt | W's in giant letters. It on the wall by som ur. What could those five ean? L kept asking myself of as ita new Wild West Show, a ora proclamation against the use of firecrackers? Pop, what i 4 Patti?” I finally chucked at my father, resolved to get at the sub-cellar of the matter. Then I remember my father, who was some of a linguist and a music fan, used to utter a long phra ded to me wild baby talk, with upturned eyes, which ended in a warble or a trill (The wild baby talk was an Italian phrase, I discov- ered when I got into high school.) Then at the end Ieeful hocus-pocus he would say nightingale in what of his g tti is a singer—the world!”” I recalled this delectable anecdote of the past when I saw on my desk: “The Reign of Pa’ by Herman Klein (The Century Co. The lives of opera actors and “movie” stars are the only romance left in the world. And here is a great ro- ance of a woman who was indeed the world night le of her time. ww, don’t pull that palmy days stuff on us!” I can hear the readers of Jupcr shouting. Why not, ladies and gentlemen? The past is always made up of palmy days. We ought to br: i memories. Th of today oF to too you of the . Oh, pity the person who is ld not to hold t t in the magic urns of Was she better or worse than I don’t know. But her If you never For T heard I Melba or ( voice isa dea ful memory. heard her, there ; t has kept her wonder; but you can get something of her magic out of this fine_book Steer Due South! HEN, why,” said he, “don’t you chuck it?” Doesn't sound like much—those words. But get the circumstance. Suppose you were plod. ding your way down a dingy street in a bi your regular year-in-and-y in which you seemed sentenced for life net a great burly sea captain, straight up from the fairy-lands of the and the scenery city to and you upper Amazon, where the air is wi is made up of sets painted by some super-Belasco, and the very sun seems to want to lie down and drowse there forever, and the bronze-faced sea-dog ped on your worn coat and said: n, why, don’t you chuck it? This happened to Hl. M. Tomlinson, in Londen. He stood as still at the question as a stone in a play. His sea captain friend had rolled up a curtain in his mind ("The Sea and the Jungle,” by HW. M. Tomlin- 30 Who Reads ts Dr Casseres May Run retfe fell ou of miles fre E.P. Dutton & Co hand. Hiseye leaped th ked it! He we ick to his lodgi nd sundries, eyeshot and swear-sh n daily on which he wi ho do not take of the most beautiful and tropics ever wri It is not a book, but the record of a man who stepped out heaven and re As my friend, Chris “One dare not read su But, € ell into heaven, for adventure is ¢ is hell Morley, says of the book, s without a pan) . neither you nor I can write like this man. I bounced the boss and the office two days to read this book. And let us thank whatever gods there aren't for such tomes! h bo ience? out with the H IST! Have you got a Social € Cosmic Consciousness wen bicycle. There was an hiatus of about ten year 1 with our old house-wrapper conscious ness, and we suffered pretty much from that, [ tell you. Remember: But Social Conscience is here at last to fill up the empty rathskeller of our being. Welcome to our city! Social Conscience as I gather from Adam Abet Conscience,” Co-Operative Publishing n overtlow of the ego into your neigh when we went arou Compa bor's busi First U Social Conscience working today ter: “Good morning, how's your (smiles putty wise). Second Uplifter: “It’s work ertime, thank Last night I had the private stock raided ir riment overhead. We'll save the race yet a bryan). afted cigarette and pass ‘on to some _ genteel forward-looking book it that looks like poetry at the glance reveals good paper de st second faced with ink. But wh further? You nt to be enterta lifted, don’t you? So say we all of us without whiskers—I can do without gum ca Conscience that’s 4 per cent. rum! On the Wing A daring New Yorker said, “Gee! Aerial racing for me,” But something went pop, And he started to drop- No flowers by request—R. I. P. JUI Qu comicbooks.com