Judge — August 6, 1921 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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Drawn by E. W. KeMBLe. The New Art: “My SON, YOU SHOULD HAVE THAT LANDSCAPE FINISHED BY THE TIME I GET HOME. I WILL SIGN IT.” Time Isn’t Time By Exits PARKER BUTLER Author of “Pigs Is Pigs,” “The Great American Pie Co.,” “The Jack-knife Man,” Etc. NE of the saddest cases that has come to the notice of the alienists of Bungo County, Ohio, is that of Henry J. Pilgarlic, who is now confined in a padded cell in the Bungo County Insane Asylum. It seems that for several years the town-clock on the city hall of Bungo- ville, the metropolis of Bungo County, has been out of order. good people of Bungoville and the surrounding country have taken notice of this and have made allow- ances for it. They know that when the town clock points to eighteen minutes after four the correct time is seventeen minutes to three and that when the town clock strikes six it is eleven o'clock. Unfortunately, Mr. Henry J. Pil- garlic, who lives in Bungo County, six miles out of Bungoville, is a hot- tempered man and easily upset. Also, unfortunately, the town of Bun- goville has adopted “daylight sav- ing” time, while Bungo County has not. Thus it is sixteen minutes after | five in Bungoville when it is sixteen The | by Standard Time. Thus the three- twenty-seven Chicago train is sched- uled to leave Bungoville at four- twenty-seven, Bungoville time. Last week Mr. Pilgarlic drove into Bungoville from his farm to take the three-twenty-seven train at four- twenty-seven, but as his watch was minutes after four in Bungo County. ~ It was also unfortunate for Mr. Pil- garlic that he had to make a trip to Chicago, and that the trains arriving in Bungoville arrived and departed Drawn by A. T. Mearick. The Birds—MANKIND IS SURELY CON- SIDERATE. THIS COMBINATION PERCH AND RAIN-SHELTER IS A GREAT SUCCESS. 4 out of order he mentally adjusted it with the Bungoville town-clock. He noticed that the watch marked eighteen minutes to seven just as the town-clock marked eighteen minutes after four and he knew the correct time must be seventeen minutes to three which, in railroad time, would be seventeen minutes to two. Mr. Pilgarlic, knowing all this, began to figure what time the hands of his watch should mark when the three-twenty-seven train left Bungo- ville at four-twenty-seven. His watch was losing at the rate of two minutes and seven seconds per hour, for which he had to allow. Mr. Pilgarlic leaned on the counter of Joe Mezzer’s grocery store and began to figure on a large sheet of wrapping paper. Ten minutes later a thought came to him and he tele- phoned to the railway-station and asked about the four-twenty-seven train. . “You mean the three-twenty-seven, don’t you?” the station master asked. “Well, the three-twenty-seven is ahead of time and will leave about two-fifty-eight, but she isn’t today’s three-twenty-seven, she’s yesterday’s three-twenty-seven. And I don’t say she will leave at two-fifty-eight. She’s picking up lost time at the rate comicbooks.com