Judge — July 2, 1921 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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ell an To Him Who Waits By Harry Irvine Suumway Just outside the gates, where the dust of camels’ feet beating settled over everything like a misty powder, sat the singing beggar. He sang sometimes with his mouth, sometimes with his eyes, but more often just his thoughts wandered in that inner song which is the life of the heart. Today it was his handsome mouth that poured forth his unmeasured song. “Before this sun has made its arc beg- gars shall ride. Somewhere a camel with choice jewelled leather and comfortable seat comes and for me alone. I will not even rise from my throne in the dust. Let the beast approach and kneel before me. Tonight I shall ride as a king.” The turquoise sky seemed a blazing blue furnace, but the beggar sat immobile, let- ting it beat on him. He gazed languidly at a woman who came silently that way. Her eyes were dark and deep and lighted up at the sight of this good-looking beggar. She spoke no word, yet her eyes sent their message straight as an arrow to the beggar’s under- a standing. She was beautiful,alluringly beautiful. As he showed not the slightest sign an angry flush stole ly over her face. “Think you yourself a king, my beggar?” she said, hesitating an instant, ah a bor pt Aha th \ By Joun Heo, Jn., + Geo. Mircner, Wuen Cieopatra LEFT THE River NILE To TuRN ON RoME HER NINETY HORSE-POW’R SMILE» Mark Antony, HE DIED TO PLEASE HER, So pip Mister Juius Caesar. Yes, CLEO HAD ’EM JUMPIN’ FOR A WHILE. _ d a yy, gi* Drawn by Ganvyer O. Rea Ir Is RUMORED THAT TUPPINS IS BRINGING HOME A MAID ON THE 4:35 “Perhaps,” he smiled lazily. “Butitisa camel I expect. One comes some time this day and then I shall be even more content than Iam now. It will be enough.” He waved his hand and the woman passed on with a toss of her head. An hour later the beggar glanced to the left and his face lighted with pleasure. “Here he comes,” he laughed. “Did I not sing to some purpose? A finer camel never came this way before.” It was indeed a noble beast, and there was atop a noble looking man. As the camel plodded by, the man above looked compassionately down and threw a coin at the beggar. It fell in the dust— and stayed there. The camel lumbered on. “Never was there a more noble beast,” sighed the beggar. “Scarlet harness and turquoise studded, too. It is the only one in the world, that I know.” And the beggar, to hide his hurt heart, sang lustily until the heat of his exertions proved too much. The sun was just going down when from the right came the soft sound of hoofs. The beggar glanced up. It was a noble camel with scarlet harness studded with turquoise. Atop sat the woman with the dark eyes. She made the camel kneel in front of the beggar. She dis- mounted. “My king, mount this camel for which you have waited and I pray you will let me ride behind you.” “That will be pleasur- able,” he said arising. “We go east.” “Anywhere, my king,” she softly said. 7 He stooped and picked up the coin which had fallen in the dust. “Thanks for this, also,” he replied. You thought this was going to be funny, didn’t you? Well, it is—if you stop to think about it. Hit ’Er Up By Barret Loomis ['s not much harder After all, To fill the larder, Hit the ball, Than to muff And go without things. Throw a bluff, And do not doubt things Will begin to turn Your’ way, Let your genius burn All day. At night, In your dreams, You'll alight On better schemes. Cumulative Is success; Emulative Is distress. Be a booster— I know You're a rooster With a crow. The Philosopher “This,” said the young man as he at- tempted to borrow five dollars from his best friend, “is a case of touch and go.” Safe “My room is burglar-proof.” “How can you be positive of that?” “Tt couldn’t possibly accommodate a second person,” comicbooks.com