Judge — October 1, 1921 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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Zp v, 2 Yoo . Drawn by JOHN CoNACHER. Darwinian Child:—Oh! Mother, when I gave him the penny he raised his hat to me. think that our ancestors were at least gentlemen, isn’t it? The Charm of Kissing N OW and then a warning goes out that kissing is dangerous— that the contact of lip and lip affords an ideal opportunity for the voyag- ing of pathological organisms. Therefore it is thoughtless, often cruel, to kiss, and sometimes fatal to be kissed. Thus speaks science. But the great majority of folks will go on kissing. We have often wondered at the enormous popularity of the exercise. The act itself is ridiculous as a sp tacle, and unsatisfying as an amus ment. Its sole physical accompani- ment is a feeling of suffocation. It has none of the charm of eating or automobiling and will neither build up the anaemic nor soothe the neu- rasthenic. But still it thrives, and no jere- miads on its perils will ever work its abolition. The man who makes a practice of kissing the fair sex is au man attracted, rather than re- pelled, by danger. He knows that every kiss he steals is full of fearful hazards. The girl herself may blacken his eye, stab him with a hatpin, or call for the police. Then again she may choose to regard his idle favor as an offer of marriage, and accept him before he can escape! Yet again, her father or brothers, detecting him + with his arm around her, his eyes gazing into hers fixedly, may rush in and hail him as a relative, touch- ing him for small loans, calling him by his first name, and seizing offen- sively upon all the other familiarities which relatives-in-law affect. Final- ly, the mother of the girl may knit him a scarf, and her little sisters may giggle every time they see him. It is impossible to scare the sea- soned ing man with sinister talk about microscopic reptiles. He is accustomed to larger game, and he loves danger. It is his great adven- ture to fare out into space upon a gossamer strand, blown by strong vinds, and with the fathomless abyss of matrimony yawning beneath him. In such grisly perils he joys. 13 \ It’s nice te Helen By STELLA V. KELLERMAN Dp» Helen’s hair turn gray, Her cheeks grow pale? No poets ever say— Who tell the tale Of her risque Romance, In days of old; When she with glowing glance Made Paris bold! She must have lost her youth— In middle age; No doubt Grew stout, And then mayhap— Grew sage! At the Ball MATERNAL PARENT—Our daugh- ter is very popular to-night. Do you see her over there surrounded by admirers? PATERNAL PARENT—Is that Doro- thy? I can’t see her face from this distance. MATERNAL PARENT—Neither can 1. T recognize her knees, though. comicbooks.com