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# "The Murmurings of Lakewood" - Judge Magazine This page contains a romantic short story with period illustrations satirizing Gilded Age courtship conventions and health fads. **The Main Story:** A woman meets a man in a New York hotel and explains why she lives year-round in Lakewood (New Jersey). A doctor prescribed the resort town as a cure for her heart murmur. She dutifully spent a lonely year there—until she married the hotel proprietor, solving both her romantic and health problems "without a murmur." **The Satire:** The piece gently mocks the era's obsession with spa towns and resort living as medical treatments, plus the romantic plotting that naturally occurs in such settings. The ironic ending—she stays in Lakewood not for health but marriage—undercuts the health-cure premise. **Additional Humor:** The page includes two brief jokes: one mocking the high cost of living in Delaware, another about a job applicant fired from a canning factory. The illustration shows domestic life commentary.
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The Murmurings of Lakewood By Exeter Futrorp ] HEY met in New York. They 1 I always somehow do. But really this time it was perfectly all right. It happened sitting in the hotel corridor. Honest-to-goodness she couldn't see the clock, and positively she longed to know the hour. Geometrically her longing in- creased every time she looked his way. It grew on her like a consuming habit. It was adrug. It couldn't be allowed to go on. Resolutely she broke the spell. “Will you kindly tell me the time?” she murmured. “Why, certainly!” he answered, “It’s about — ~ “Ob! thank you very much. I was Drown by Catvenr Sutra Tue Ku-Kiux Parape sorry to bother. It isn’t as late as I His master’ Go nose, ALcERNON. imagined,” gratefully she said. “Isn't your wrist watch all righ he asked. Tt was hard,” she murmured. “In perfectly normal condition—really. It never chang He drew closer his chair. He wanted to know her better. Swiss movement, you know. idently geared for higher alti- Sympathetically his whole nature responded to this lonely Lake- tudes than New York or—Lakewood.” Then hopefully she — wood girl—a girl who doubtless habitually walked those thirty- j added: * It might run in Colorado. three miles around Lake Carasaljo daily before breakfast, and “T guess you must have a winter home in Lakewood?” he — did it winter, summer, spring and fall. What if she did have quer pretty eyes and a positively fetching smile, and wore a nifty Winter and summer—and spring and fall,” she admitted. Hudson seal coat, supported by gray suéde pumps and hose, and t's hard—believe me,” he said. “So far from Broad- surmounted by a dainty gray bonnet? He still could sympa- thize with her. He couldn’t forget those four long seasons and —Carasaljo. Certainly she looked healthy, but maybe she needed love in her life. Almost he could have wept. Won't you tell me—” he pleaded, “why it had to be Lake- wood?"” . “Oh! the doctor looked me over and discovered a murmur. Positively I must take a sea voyage, go ona ranch, sleep on the roof,or take a year in Lakewood. I took it. The murmur and [ were inseparable. Yet I was lonely. It was a long, dreary year, and far from everything. I murmured, and the doctor insisted it murmured. The winds in the pines mur- mured, the autumn leaves murmured, and—papa murmured. After a while I got tired of the whole murmuring business. I paid off the doctor and pronounced myself a hundred per cent. sound and healthy. Lookat me. Do I look like Lakewood?” He looked, and in that one glad moment she seemed the very quintessence of lovely femininity storming his soul with the rose-winged arrows of love. “But you still stay in Lakewood,” he questioned breath- lessly. Gently she stroked her Hudson seal and archly answered: “Yes! Without a murmur. I married the hotel proprietor.” Economic Thought A young lady of Wilmington, Delaware, Of the high cost of living was Welaware, Said she, “I suppose IT can save on my clothes If I don’t giveadam what the Helaware.” Laconic Employer (to job hunter)—You say you were last employed What did you can there? They canned me.” Drawn by Carsten 1. Ganoe “To wish Jous Wovtp BE MORE CAREFUL WITH HIS in a canning facto SHOES WHEN HE UNDRESSES.” “Nothing, sir. comicbooks.com