Judge — June 11, 1921 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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Deven by Pace Renee ‘Tue Trerixe Evin we're secing this sca vod, and it ought to be. I can’t mention it by name because the advertising department will object But it’s about as thorough a combination of all the combined shows that have ex: Combined Show. son is. pretty isted since } fuse. And still people will ask why the circus nowadays has three rings and two stages oah’s time as it is possible to and sixteen acts going on at once instead of one ring and no stage and one act ata time. And why they now have a herd of forty elephants instead of one, and two hundred calico horses instead of sixteen ind eight Equestrian Queens in red tights and gauze, riding eight pink-nosed roly- »ly white rocking-horses instead of one And 9,000 people in the Stupendous Aggre: gation instead of 148. How foolish! They don’t understand the extent to which the shows have combined, and so I've tried to tell them. It may be that I haven't got it right in all the details, but this is the way TL understand it Dream of the Sweet Girl-Graduate Ry Mixxa levine GHE dreams a dream, but not of love bs Though she is young and fair, Nor limousines nor Paris frocks Nor jewels rich and rare; Nor does the wanderlust of youth Her maiden thoughts engage. Nor fame in literature or art, Nor glory on the stage cottage in a garden green Is in her eager mind, And to no business career Her fancy is inclined For being certain all the world On her diploma waits, She plans to be the President Of these United States! Double-Barreled “Is that new play of Jim’s a farce?” “T'll say it is!” Watery Augury Mr. Pess—If a foreign enemy invadet America through Canada, I know the text f the first headline announcing the fact Mr, Opt—A large but what would your headline be? Mr. Pess—Niagara Falls. Her Mistake Helter—1 never stole anything in my life. Nell—Oh, 1 understood you composed music. Drawn by Cursten 1, Gane Anotherof Life’s Tragedies By Braise C. Bierek HERE was a thud and the sound of breaking glass in the dimly lighted room, Jones shrank into the shadows and gazed with wide, horror-stricken eyes at a slowly widening pool of crimson on the polished floor. “Oh, why did [doit,” hemoaned; “never, never can I bring back that which is gone!” He heard his wife’s steps on the stair; she was humming a little tune which seemed strangely out of place to him now; it was as if he had known that tune in some other life before—before this awful thing happened. His eyes rested on that slowly widening pool which seemed creep ing, creeping, ever creeping toward hin He tried to shrick, but the sound died it his throat His wife approached the door; there was no chance for escape now; his guilt about to find him out “Henry,” she said severcly as she switched on the lights. “what in the world is this on the floor?” My last quart he answered brokenly A Manufacturer's Daughter “Claire doesn’t seem to have as many admirers as usual about her tonight.” “She told me only recently she was ex pecting to lay a few men off At tHe Canon's Mourn.