Judge — August 13, 1921 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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

Drawn by Cuantes A. Hucues. Mr. Hippo—Do You CARRY PASSENGERS? Mr. Monk—Sure! on! CLIMB “Goat’s Rue” By Ropert S. WALKER (ome to the sandy, idle places dry, See my erect stem, often two feet high, All silky-haired and leafy to the top, With roots so long, they scarce know when to stop. A pea-like plant with flowers shaped like peas, So large and yellow-white, their coat agrees, With purple oftimes marked, my blooms commence, Arranged in panicales all dense. showy, In June my pompous blooms at first appear, But change to seedpods later in the year; The roots of mine, long, tough, and slender things, Is why I’m often called “Devil’s Shoe Strings.” Who’s Who in Zooland The Ant-Eater By Mary GRAHAM BONNER AM curious to look upon with my enor- mous, bushy tail and my long face with a tiny slit for a mouth. But I make the most of myself. When in my South American home I eat ants. You may not think they sound very appetizing but to me they are delicious. I see peo- “ ple eating ice-cream cones and pop-corn and peanuts and I say to myself in my ant-eater fashion, ‘You can have SPOOL. SPOOL. all the ice-cream Mr. Monk—Horrors. THE ENGINE IS MISSING! Mr. Hippo—Gosx! STOLE IT? “ny Wuo cones you want. Give mea good dish of ants any day in preference.’ “In the zoo I eat raw eggs (strictly fresh ones, not just ordinarily fresh ones!) milk and chopped beef. “My huge tail serves me as a brush, to brush up any goodies I find on the ground. It also covers me if it is raining and when the rain has stopped I wear my tail behind me where most wel!-behaved tails are all of the time. “Mine is an extra-special tail for I can turn it up over my back and keep myself dry. In the summer I can lie down and cover myself with my tail or fan off the flies that would otherwise be rude enough to annoy me. “I do not see what creatures do in life without tails. To me it is pitiful. They are forced to carry umbrellas when it rains, or they borrow them and fail to return them and have most embarrassing things happen. They need marketing baskets for gather- ing up the food. They use fans in Photograph by Cony X. SHINN. “HE CAN DO SOMETHING THAT YOU PEANUTS CAN’T DO. CAN PUT HIS HANDS AND FEET IN HIS POCKETS,” SAID THE “YES, AND HE CAN DO SOMETHING THAT YOU CAN’T DO, MR. He’s THE ONLY FELLOW I KNOW OF THAT CAN SWAL- LOW HIS HEAD,” REPLIED THE PEANUT. 30 rg? 1” EE? Mr. Hippo—l THOUGHT YOU CARRIED PASSENGERS! Mr. Monk—Yes! But I OUGHT TO HAVE KNOWN BET- TER THAN TO TAKE UP A LOAD OF FREIGHT! the hot weather or fly screens in their bedrooms. One tail would do the work of all these things. Oh, well, it’s not my fault now if they don’t have tails. I’ve dropped the hint.” Yes, kind-hearted Ant-Eater has dropped the hint and that’s enough for any Ant-Eater to drop. Inconsistent By ETHEL MARJORIE KNAPP seems more curious every day, The things grown people do and say. {™ They tell me I’m so big and tall I can run errands for them all, But when they have a special treat, It’s something I’m too small to eat. And I must be in bed by eight For I’m too small tu stay up late, But if I sigh the littlest sigh, Why I’m too big a girl to ery. I’m sure a child could never be As queer as grown folks seem to me. His First Movie By RoBerT O. BALLOU HE movies are a funny thing, The men and women walk So very quietly, and sing Withoutasound, and talk, And you don’t hear a thing they say— It’s very funny every way. And all the time the camera man Sits up in a big coop And buzzes like a ’lectric fan— And I don’t give a-whoop ’Bout doing that; but gee! I'd like To be in movies on a bike! HE