Judge — July 23, 1921 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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

Drawn by W. G. Fann Tommy (seeing the Pacific Ocean for the first time)—Huu, THAT BALBOA WASN’T SUCH A WONDERFUL Guy! “Your little sister?” “No longer little, of course. Yes.” “Why shouldn’t I remember Sue? She was always tagging us about. And I loved the child, although we sometimes thought her a pest. I suppose she is married and settled by this time.” Harry regarded Gerald closely, and for a moment seemed embarrassed. ‘“‘I feel that you'll not misinterpret anything I may say and will understand from old times. Sue isn’t married. She’s nearly thirty. “She was four or five years younger, I_ remember—not old enough to chase around with us, as she tried to do.” “You just re- marked ‘I loved the child.’” “As I did, Harry. She was so clever.” “Well, Gerald, that reversed is the answer.” “What do you mean?” a child Sue was infatuated with you. She has had a dozen chances to marry. I believe in my heart—for I have studied her closely —that her young love for you developed into a per- manent affection. Although she hasn’t seen you in years she has kept track of you. That explains her single state to- day!” Mai “Nonsense! It + \ a : Phil 1) wh ) Wi 4 DISCOVERING THIS? isn’t possible that she should have grown up away from me and still held a childish fancy—if she ever had it!” “On the contrary, I believe it is the truth. I want you to meet Sue. You area man on the treadmill. I’m speaking plainly. You will never attain ease in life unless you marry money. Professors do not win it.” “But this is a bald proposal—cold. blooded—Harry!”’ “Be sensible, Gerald! Romance is all right in its place. And there may even be Drawn by BarxspALe Rogers Ethel—You can’t JUDGE A MAN BY THE WAY HE DRESSES. —Ou, I von’r Know! CROWDED STREET CAR! I CAN TELL A GENTLEMAN BY “4 How coutp HE Miss romance in this—if you will consent to see Sue—to study her. She is very dear to me, and she is a woman in a thousand. You'll marry some one sometime. Why not gam- ble on this chance for happiness—and ease?”’ “Tt’s a strange notion—something out of my habit of thought—something not exactly regular. If she is really sentimen- tal about me——” “T’d stake my life on that as a fact. Think it over, in all seriousness, Gerald. How long shall you be in town?” “Until tomorrow night.” “Very well. See me tomorrow. De- cide in the mean- time. And consider my love for my sis- ter an excuse for my obsession.” Harry put out his hand, which Gerald took absently, and they separated. The young pro- fessor’s holiday was robbed of impulse. He had intended to go to the theatre. Instead he went to his room, lighted his pipe, buried himself ina chair, and began to think. He pic- tured Gerald’s sister as he had known her long ago. He remem- bered that she was freckled; that her hair was reddish; that her nose was what was called a HIS GET-UP IN A “snub”; that she wa ant wa see anc tha rat! was str tior her line met was and as ¢ ima wou in ¢ thai her he t disg for latic ject. at ¢ neg too won *pho spor 4] Stils vs) Deaen