Judge — August 6, 1921 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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Drawn by CHA Gu Mr. Frog—Goopd MORNING, MADAM. TELL ME, WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BREAK- FAST FOOD? Mrs. Fish—Ou, I JUST SIMPLY DOTE ON... . Who’s Who in Zooland By Mary GRAHAM BONNER The American Eagle op AM bald with age. My age is three years. It takes me that long to have a white head and white tail feathers such as you always see in my pictures. I like to be bald—or rather to have a white head. No hair tonics for Mr. Eagle. No, sir! “I have been asked to tell my story of the ways of Bald Eagles. We, as a family, have had a great honor paid us. It is the Bald Eagle who has been chosen as the American bird of freedom. No other family but ours has had such an honor shown it. So naturally, what we do is of interest. “We build our nests in high trees— pine trees principally. The nest kills the tree after a few years. If un- disturbed an eagle pair will remain in the same nest for many years. Mrs. Eagle lays two or three eggs in February and a month later the little eagles are hatched. But it is not until July—and even a little later— that the babies are considered strong enough to leave the nest to fly forth to the fish markets. It is suitable that they should try their wings and become free in the month of July. That is a great American month? “We are famous for our wonder- ful eyesight. I think that is why we have been chosen as the National Bird—because of our farsightedness and our clear, true vision. “But we’re human. We're not per- fect. We have the faults as well as the fine points, for hearken to this: “We're not above grabbing what we can from Neighbor Fishhawk. Yes, we get what we can out of him FROG LEGS! when the getting is good! guilty of profiteering, too, once in awhile!” Drawn by Vivian L. Fritz. O1Ly To BED. Girls Girls are awful stuckup and dig- nefide in thare maner and be- | havyor. They think more of dress than eny- thing and like to play with dolls and rags. They cry if they see a cow in the dis- tans and are afraid of guns. They stay at home all the time and go to church every Sunday. They are allus sick. They are allus funny and make fun of boys hands and say how dirty. They can’t play mar- bles or leap frog, or base- ball, ’cause they can’t throw straight. I pity 30 THE FINGER-TIPS!” We are. them pore things. I dont beleave they ever killed & cat or anything, They look out every nite and say O aint the moon lovely. They are awful mushy! Their is one thing I have not told about girls, and that is thay allus know there lessons bettern boys. The Old Clock on the Stairway By BreRT ADAIR SEELHOFF SAlD the old clock on the stairway, “Things are getting just a fright— No one ever thinks to thank me, ’Though I’m working day and night! “No one pays the east attention To my constant ticking song— I never hear them say I’m right, But often, that I’m wrong! “If I hesitate a second, Just to rest my hands and face, Some one’s sure to see me do it; And at once I’m in dis- grace! “Then they shove me roughly forward, And again I’ve got to hike”— Said the old clock, on the stairway, “Guess the time is ripe to strike!” iW Afanscursste Drawn by CHaRtes A. Huaues. “REALLY, Y’KNOW, Miss DEMONK, YOU’RE AN ARTIST 10