Judge — September 10, 1921 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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

The Ingenue By CHARLES B, SHAW GHE is forty-six; but bobbed hair, skillfully applied cosmetics, and 6 a modish brevity of skirt annul much of her actual physical age. Her seat in the street car is opposite mine. Carelessly she crosses one knee over the other. She is of the lank sort that, the more shown, the more one is convinced there is very little so proudly to display. Beguilingly, with the attempted naiveté of eighteen, she smiles at me. The smile is sug- gestive rather than provocative. I turn back to my newspaper, seeking relief from the sophisticated world that is too much with us. I happen to know her son. He is a junior at Yale. A Matter of Vision Even a busy man can often see far enough through a practical joke to recognize the fool on the other side. | Drawn by P. L. Caossy. “IF YOU DARE TO HIT THAT ie Drawn by Cuestes I. GARDE. “MOST PECULIAR KID, THIS OLDEST BOY OF MINE; ABSOLUTELY NO SENSE OF HUMOR.” “SAY, BRING HIM OUT TO THE COUNTRY cLuB. WE NEED CADDIES LIKE THAT.” Truthful “What did you hunt mostly while you were up in the North Woods?” “The way back to camp.” SHIP I’LL CALL Mam Music By Gero. B. JENKINS, JR. Tt! golden, exquisite voice of the great soprano drifted from an open window of the huge mansion. Vibrant with ecstasy and longing, thrilling in its frantic passion, the. voice rose and soared, seeming like a flame of melody in the moonlight. In the soft dusk, the girl stood silent, listening. The man beside her, tall and quiet in the darkness, under- stood that he should not speak. “Very nice,” she murmured. “Yes,” he agreed. A moment later, a rancorous noise burst through the same window. Saxophones moaned, flutes quivered, the demoniac thrum-thrum of a ban- jo, cymbals crashed, and the night was splintered by the noise of a jazz band. “Now, that’s music,” the girl said, manipulating her gum swiftly. “A swell tune,” her sweetheart an- swered heartily. “Great!” When Some Were the Same As One By BATTELL LooMIS MAN went out walking, stalking and talking, Grinning and chinning as pleasant men will, Ice walked with a woman, blooming and zooming— Her petticoats zoomed in the wind from the hill— They talked abcut children, happy and sad ones, Good ones and bad ones, loud ones and still, And they almost agreed that some children were better than none— That is, he agreed to have some; but she €tood on her right to have one. So it was left, the walk at an end, With both of them happy and gay, The couple dropped in to have tea with a friend And the wind went zooming away. Now as it happens in faery tale, a year sped by in zipp-lets, When to their surprise in compro- mise, Kind Nature presented them triplets! Business Sagacity North—You say Dobbs refused that $10,000 a year job in New York City? West—Yes; and why shouldn’t he? He went to work for a farmer at $75 a month and room and board. He can save money now. comicbooks.com