Judge — April 23, 1921 — page 27: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

cil 23, 1921 Drawn by Pact Renay Hairy HAD A LITTLE LAMB Stranger By Avice Pace Coorer T! AT’S he across the platform. See the train Has stopped, and shadow throws \ shaft into the yellow lighted rows Of windows, always in that car and seat He's sitting. Shabby, yes, it’s true his coat And hat are vintage of an older year. I never noticed them. Perhaps it’s queer But what I sce’s his face, the laughter lines Phat trace his mouth and eyes, deep-lidded drooped. hey do not smile now but I know a wraith Of laughter’s in them, gallant, keeping faith With all the mad, incongruous, lovely things That life is full of. He has played and planned \ world to conquer, dreamed a poem, trailed Some gay adventure on the highway, bailed Stars from the pools to scatter on the way Of his romance. Now he is old—no not In years but living. Busy while he played The world has finished all the dreams he made. \ derelict, a bit of driftwood blown Into a shallow lodgment at a desk In some grim broker's office or a firm That sells mops wholesale, perfect polish, germ- Proof dust cloths. And I know he'll fail. He's just A tired commuter from a thousand, but If chance should ever bring us nearer than The platform's width between our trains, I can But know I'd love him. Laugh then if you will. Who knows his fate? We're at the station still! where the newsstand’s Drawn by Cursten 1 Ganoe Shocking! The Man in the Athletic Shirt—Say! Where's the towel? His Wife in an Evening Gown—Aren’t you ready yet? And for heaven’s sake, pull down the window shade! Do you want the neigh- bors to sce you exposed like that? Jk for NIAGARA Le Hell Av ~ Guaranteed WALL PAPERS Write for our interes ting Booklet NIAGARA WALL PAPER COMPANY NIAGARA FAL NY. “Gone Are tne Days Ex-Jolly Good Fellow—Tuaxk Heaves! Iv WILt soon BE TIME TO GO TO BED. Those Ten Sad Mistakes By Cranexce T. Husnanp HE Girl I didn’t marry The Cat I could have drowned. The Car I should have sold. The Job I fired. The Income I reported. The Bartender’s name I forgot. The Election Bet I laughed at. The Coal Dealer I razzed. The Money I loaned The Landlord 1 didn’t punch: His Job a Sinecure “That new Sinn Fein law is great for the British police.” “What law’s that?” “Curfew. Bobbies can’t stick their nose on the street after 9 p. m.!” comicbooks.com