Judge — September 10, 1921 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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time. He was going to store it and hold it for a rise in price. At pres- ent it was selling for $14 asked, $12 bid. And then, just as Beulah was get- ting to be the most popular girl in town, Ben fell into a sewer and his body was never recovered. The big new house all that was left to Beulah. Ben’s $50,000 was all gone—on dresses and hats and tomato catsup. How foolish he had been to try to speculate like that! Why, when Beulah went to the groc- ery store and tried to sell it for $14 a bottle, they simply laughed. They didn’t even ask to see a sample. And then, the men gradually stopped coming to see Beulah. A few had wandered down into the cellar, and found nothing but empty bot- tles. Beulah had stored those hun- dred foolish cases of catsup in the garage. No more was she invited to dances or house parties, no more trips on private yachts. For a while, though, Beulah did have some little success. It was when women’s skirts first began to go up. At the beginning you re- member, men went nearly as crazy about stockings as they did over home-brew hootch, and Beulah’s lovely limbs made her a temporary fascination. Beautiful bow-legged girls were passed by without a glance. Girls even had their legs operated on—broken and straight- ened, but not even then could they compete with Beulah’s lower twes. But alas, one soon gets tired of every- thing, even bigamy. And men who had gazed in rapture at Beulah’s calves, once more began to think of higher things, and look upward—and encounter Beulah’s nightmare face. Looked, and faded gently, silently No more did she hear talk of away. ELLER. MODERN DANCES IN Drawn by Cuart IF THEY’D HAD THE GRANDMOTHER'S TIME. Sige . WES? _ 7 Ae. bel aE . Drawn by Vaux Witson + A. C. “I PASS THAT SAME COUPLE E 3en’s mysterious friends, Tom and Jerry. No more were twenty dollar bills forced into her beaded bag. Beulah, nowadays, dined alone, with her beautiful legs, and wondered Why —oh, Why? Till one day—Mr. Boomer, who had never heard of Ben’s demise, did call. For a while he was cheerful, but the sad news shocked him. Yes, he would miss good old Ben—and Ben’s friend Gordon. Unnerved, he arcse to go. “T wish you’d give me your advice about something,” said Beulah, at the door, as her last white hope faded. “It’s about a whole lot of Tomato Catsup Ben invested in, before he died—or was drowned, or whatever it was—” “Tomato Catsup?” Boomer had come right back into the sitting room. His arm was about her. “What d’you mean, Tomato Catsup? What kind?” 7 Y NIGHT, OR ANYWAY IT’S THE SAME GIRL.” “Why, it’s funny, but it’s marked Black and White—I opened one bot- tle—I’m afraid poor Ben was cheated, “Where is it?” Mr. Boomer de- manded, with an unsteady voice. “It’s in the garage—I was going te throw it away, but—” Mr. Boomer’s arm closed tightlier about Beulah, but he didn’t look at her. He didn’t dare to. He needed all his courage. “Beulah,” said Boomer, looking at the clock behind her back, “I love you. Fiercely. I want to marry you. I must marry you. To-morrow!” Mrs. Boomer is happy, now—fairly happy. But she can’t understand why her husband spends so much time in the garage. Yet though he apparently works so hard there, he always comes in cheerful and con- tented. comicbooks.com