Judge — October 1, 1921 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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little black duck, but as the exact time of its appearance was uncertain, years sometimes passed without its being sighted. No one has heard of the little duck for many a long year, but the story is interesting.” “Interesting, I should say so!” thought Billy; “you bet, I’d like to spot that bird, but what chance has a fellow got, when he’ll only be here two more weeks, and besides I could- n't sit still forever!” and with that he jumped into the lake and—for- got all about it. The last two weeks of the season sped rapidly. It was already autumn and the trees were making quick changes in their costumes. Every day hundreds of people left the re- sort and went down the mountain until the day before Billy was to go there was just one family besides his own, and they were leaving with Billy’s on the morrow. Both fam- ilies were now busy packing and get- ting things in order. As Billy found himself always in the way at home, he decided to go down once more to the lake. Everything there was shut tight. All the boats and canoes were stored away, every bath-house was locked up. Even the candy shop had that very morning been closed for the winter! There was no one about, and not a thing could he find to do. In sheer desperation he sat down on the edge of the pier and let his legs swing over the side. It was “aw- fully” quiet. Soon it would be get- ting dark and then he must be back Drawn by ViviAN L. Fritz CAUSE AND EFFECT “Why does my balloon go so high?” Soliloquised Will Fife. “TI breathed into it—that is why— A little breath of life.” HIS is Mister Beers; And for forty-seven years He's been digging in his garden like a miner. He isn’t planting seeds Nor scratching up the weeds, He’s trying to bore a tunnel down to China. at the cottage. Still he stayed on, Billy loved the lake. Suddenly—on the opposite bank he saw—yes, it was a little black duck! It had come out of the woods and was swimming across the lake. For an instant Billy could hardly believe his eyes. Was it possible that he, a little boy, was privileged to see the wonderful Bird which the grave old Indians had often waited long, silent hours to glimpse, and those who saw became commanders of men? The whole story flashed through his mind in a second! Right then a change came over the little boy. With a mighty effort he commanded the wiggles to be still, while he watched in breathless awe the passage of the Little Duck. Across the width of the lake it swam, slowly, quietly, then turned and went back. Not a muscle in Billy’s body stirred during all that time. Then the Little Black Duck disappeared into the woods again— and Billy? Well, something of the all stillness had awakened in Billy Wiggles’ soul, and all unaware, he had just then en- tered on the path of greatness! The Joke on Mother Alice and Maud, little rollicking twin sisters, are so very much alike that even their mother, at times, mistakes one for the other. Satur- day evening was their bath night, and, when their mother had finished 30 scrubbing and rubbing Alice dry, she told the children to run quickly to bed. Then once the youngsters were between covers they began to laugh heartily. “What are you two little imps laughing at now?” asked the mother. “Well, mama,” explained Maud be- tween giggles, “you—gave Alice two —baths—and me—none.” The Mumpy Mumps By Lucite CRITES [VE got awful Jumpy lumps; I’ve got awful bumpy bumps; And the doctoring old doctor Says, I’ve got the mumpy mumps! I can’t eat, ’cause I can’t chew, There ain’t nothing I can do, Father says they'll soon be over, ’Cause he had ’em one time, too. Brother Tom gave me a nickel Just to eat a sour pickle, Oh, it made my face all crooked! And the tears began to trickle. Having mumps makes me feel old (Since my family don’t scold) Mother doesn’t make me wash my face Because I might take cold. Gee, I hate these lumpy lumps, And I hate these bumpy bumps; And the doctoring old doctor, ’Cause he can’t cure mumpy mumps. comicbooks.com