Judge — June 18, 1921 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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familiar Do you know, your voice se to me!” “Voices are much alike. Iam not in the habit of walking with strangers. But I sce no harm in walking that short distance with you, sir.” They walked in silence for a space. “It’s rather lonesome in New York fora st “An awful big town “No acquaintance here?” “Ne I'm from Milwaukee. I don’t want to offend, but I'd like to find some one to go to a theatre with me—and have a little supper after the play.” ome man, I suppe The sarcasm was noted, but he came ba “On the contrary. lady like yourself, Miss.” Burdell believed that a woman past actual youth is always pleased miss, and that reiteration in nger,”” remarked Burdell pt a soul to be callec such a case is wise. “Then you aren't going out of town? I thought you wanted the Terminal “Oh, that was just an excuse I'm candid, Miss.” “T see. A little harmless flirtation is your object.” There was nothing like resentment in her tone. “Well, Ik a theatre over here a little distance that I’m willing to attend with you. It’s not one of those flashy Broadway playhouses, but the home of real drama. And _ ther comedy in it, too, and realism.” “T surely would like to visit it with you, 1 see is M “Very well. We will attend formance.” per- They walked on. She took Madison Avenue upward, and after several blocks turned again street. And she chatted in way that con vinced Burdell he was in fora into a cn pleasing evening As they approached a rather imposing building over the steps leading to which green lights appeared, a policeman loomed ahead. She beckoned to the officer. “What's this? A_ police station?” Burdell asked. You guessed right the very first time,” she replied. Ani then to the officer, who h id “Arrest this man. I wish to make a complaint.” come u| “A masher, eh? Come along!” said the officer, tak- ing Burdell’s arm. “But thisisn’t quite regular, Miss!”’ protested Burdell. “I haven’t meant anything wrong!’ hey all get that Come along, I say!” was the officer’s verbal contribution The three entered and faced a sergeant at the desk, Burdell still protesting volubly. “What's up?” the sergeant asked. “Another chaser?" “The lady wanted him pinched,” the officer replied As he speechlessly stared at the woman in the better light, Burdell seemed to be paralyzed. “He accosted me,” she explained to the sergeant. “Wanted me to go to the theatre with him and have supper after ward.” Name?” queried the sergeant, looking at Burdell “His name is Josiah man answered * exclaimed Burdell, coming to Burdell,” the w life. I thought it was you, Josephine! But your hair used to be black, and your teeth — “Never mind my hair and teeth!” She turned to the desk. “This man is my husband. Deserted me ten years ago. He was a poor coot then, but now he looks like a million dollars, and | want him locked up till we can come to terms!” His Preference She—Are you fond of babies? He—YVes, very. She—What age do He—Oh ou like them? cighteen or twenty! Not Interested in Single On “She says there is single man she cares for!” “That's right. She’s always after some other woman’s husband! Identified “Listen to that Boston baby crying!” “How do you know it is a Boston baby?” “Haven't you noticed that it says * Boo-whom ’? Drawn by Nowmax Axtuoxy “4 The Wolf at the Door—Neev a movet, str? Utterly Bourgeois By Eutas Lienerstan TH 2 wish of my heart is to do things for Art Ina manner to mark me élite; To fill bulky tomes with my futurist pomes Sans meaning and weak on their feet; I long for the goal of the super-wise soul Who knows all the Why of the What; But when I reflect, I avoid the elect A birdie confides to me, “Rot!” I long for the sigh that releases a Why On the quest for a How and a When; I hanker to do in a metrical stew A masterpiece baffling to men; My passionate voice would rise to rejoice In words that mean nothing or much. But something within just “Keep in Emotions that stutter and such.” murmurs T hate to avoid the nuances of Freud When clicking my meters and rhymes; It comes rather hard for an up-to-date bard jingle like dollars and dimes; But verse that runs free is, alas, not for me; My muse whispers sadly, “It’s grand And noble, I ween, but what does it mean? > that all understand!” Please write Ripe for the Scalpel “So your daughter married a surgeor “Ves, and now I feel that I can really afford to have appendicitis.” A Harsh Act “What did you think of Smith's about his corner in nutmegs?” “Tt kind of grated on me. comicbooks.com