Judge — August 27, 1921 — page 31: what you’re looking at

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To the Barber By ETHEL MARJORIE KNAPP Now: Mr. Barber-man, take care! = Little Miss Isabella’s hair Is soft and fine and very fair. We would not cut it, but you see With buttons, it will not agree, And gets snarled up continually. Why every morn and every night, Whene’er the comb comes into sight. Like angry dogs, those tangles fight. And so it seems the wisest way, To cut it short without delay, Nor have such war another day. But, Mr. Barber, cut with care! Remember! Isabella’s hair Is soft and fine and very fair. The Ich-thy-o-sau-rus By Ivy KELLERMAN REED [X various places on the earth, Where once were oceans vast, The Ichthyosaurus swam about, Long aeons in the past. Some forty feet or so in length The biggest was, they say, With spinal column flexible As fishes have to-day. His body in its general shape Reminds us of a whale, Although he had two pairs of fins, And quite a different tail. The whale’s extremity concludes In horizontal fin, Which helps him rise without delay When air he must take in. La Drawn by Cuartes A. Hucues. Johnny Bug (pointing to skunk)—Papa! Is THE MAN RUNNING FROM THE PRETTY LITTLE cat? Fupu Bug HIMSELF. The Ichthyosaurus’ blood was cold, And smaller brain had he, Hence not as often did he seek The surface of the sea. His tail was long and tapering, And vertical his fin, So this propelled him rapidly, When food he wished to win. In long and pointed jaws were sct Two hundred teeth or more, And bony overlapping plates Around big eyes he wore. I’m glad fish lizards queer as this Departed long ago, A reptile of more modern sort We'd rather meet, I know. Photograph by VAN Dex Weve. “WILL TOWSER EAT OUT OF YOUR HAND?” “YES, AND OUT OF YOUR LEG TOO, IF HE GETS A CHANCE!” 31 HE WAS, MY DEAR CHILD; BUT NOW HE IS JUST TRYING TO RUN AWAY FROM The Mendicant and the Ram By BERNARD SEXTON l N Benares a son was born into a merchant’s family. He grew up, entered his father’s calling and made lots of money. He didn’t use false measures or false words. When he said that the goods were ot such a quality his customers were certain he spoke the truth. His house and shop looked out from the rear upon a sheep pasture. There the Benares rams fought each other and lorded it over their fol- lowers. Citizens passed through the rams’ fighting-ground with caution. One day a mendicant appeared, walk- ing across the pasture. When he was half way over a lordly ram blocked his path. The ram backed off . . . and when the mendicant saw this, he thought the ram was mak- ing reverence to him! “Run!” cried the resident ob- server. “He’s going to butt you!” The mendicant looked incred- ulous. Then the ram charged—and slammed him flat on the ground, breaking half a dozen ribs and knocking him unconscious. The observer rescued him and carried him into the house. The mendicant was a long time in recovering, but he was grateful to be alive. “What terrible beasts!” he said. “I’ve been through the jungles unharmed. I have heard the roar of tigers in the night—but I was never hurt until this creature as- saulted me, and I in my innocence thinking it was a salutation!” “You have gained true knowledge, sir,” answered his rescuer, “and at great cost. So it is with us all. We learn only through harsh experience.” comicbooks.com