Judge — June 18, 1921 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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ly m slipped it into her bosom. She was not t bad girl, What would you? The other lodgers came in at inter- vals. There were ten of them, They were simple working men of the sort that are the glory of Holy Russia. All made the sign before the ikon and some of them, probably the more mystical even hung their hats on it. They were pale, with that sad, hope less look of appeal in their black eyes so common among the Slavs, quiet, thoughtful men, who yet contrived to be merry in their own fashion, telling cach other in low voices of their disea es ind the brutalitics suffered during the day. When supper was ready, Litvachka gathered them about the table with the ‘ar in the center. There was cab- bage soup and lentils: to have been eels in jelly in honor of the new lodger, but that old Boris Vaselli, who should have attended to that. had fainted from exhaustion in his was the corner where the same and there were corner. It men threw their fur coats when they he was now quite bur came in, under them and forgotten The new lodger was kindly received by all—except Feodor Karlevitch—but he seemed lost in thought throughout the meal sighing and returning often to that end of the sofa which was his lodging, as if look- for something. The fun was at its height. Nicolai Mladief, a carpenter from Pakof, had just told of his wife and children having been beaten to death with the knout when the door was burst open and a crowd of yelling policemen poured into the room firing re- and laying about them instant furniture volvers, with their swords. Il was confusion; the was smashed, men cursed and tore at each other's throats, roll nd over in the dust and The carpenter from armed with a chair leg attacked a gigantic Cossack with so much vigor that the latter, al- though using the ikon as a shield and wielding a sword, was forced to shove a comrade in front of himse Presently out of the bedlam came the stentorian voice of the Inspector: “Which is Paval Vasnesenski?"” His voice was completely drowned in the screams of the men, thé crash of glass and fall- ing of heavy things. Again he bawled the question. This time Litvachka Ivanovitch answered. She had been hurled to the floor and lay there pro- tected partly by the dining table when it gave way and partly ing over a smoke. Pakof Drawn by Pact Remy Svccestep Buoy rox THe Tukee-sice List further shielded her, so that as yet she had only a compound fracture and internal injuries. “Pavi Vasnesenski" — she lives in the flat above.” At once a shrill whistle blew, and showing the intelligence and advanced ideas of the Russian police—they downed tools on the instant. panted, by grandfather Ivanovitch, who Drown by Jann Hawtox in pitching from his nook still Mrs. FATWALLET IS LEADING A PERFECTLY USE S EXISTENCE. ake has been made, madam; we will not trouble you further. “Evidently a mi said the inspector, and he bowed gallantly toward the pile wreckage from which the fellow had heard the woman’s voice The discipline was marvelous The man, whose duty it was to soak chivalrous the place in kerosene and set it afire put up his tools. The others, without any quarreling, took what was nearest and polished off their boots with the table cloth It was splendid! It m: come up in one’s throat. One fe waving his hat and shouting to see the brave fellows form in line, wheel, and march out in perfect order chanting the International! Oh! if one could but die for the Se Russia is like that. And I Went A-Fishing, I Did! By Rut Irvine Conner THe fisherman hullooed, “ O Miss. will you Go a-fishing with me, yes, fishing with me? The sea looks as smooth as new milk in a pail! (Though we'd ride slick as oi In the Devil's own gale) I have holied the deck And I've whitened the sail In hopes you'd go fishing with me “O fisher,” I answered, “how sweet! I'd love To go fishing with you, yes, fish ing with you! ‘Two fish in a bowl is all I've ever seen! I shall catch me a sea serpe Spangled with green, And perhaps a blue dragon To pose for a screen Oh, yes, I'll go fishing with you And so we went fishing, we did, we did, The young fisher and me, the fisher and me The creatures we brought in were all slime and head; The sight and the smell Made me ache to be dead; And I'd have to be tied And blindfolded and bled Before I'd go fishing rin! It’s an II Wind “Do you think prohibition has done any “Itcertainly has. It taught a lot of men to tend to their furnaces last winter where formerly they never went near their cellars.” The Secret Is Out Mrs. North—But you told ne not to tell a soul! Mrs, West—Of course! I wanted to tell it myself. comicbooks.com