Judge — November 12, 1921 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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The Goddess Serves By RALPH DYER GHE stands beside my table pa- tiently waiting to take my order —a comely, slim-waisted young god- dess in black and white. Hebe in a Childs’ setting. No wonder I am moved to beam in my happiest fash- ion and to cast cr al glances into the wall mirror. No wonder I am secretly annoyed to find that my tie has come out of my shirt and is flop- ping about with the flagrant inde- cency of its kind. Hebe, however, is ANN. \ of the naturally well-bred sort and = 4 fy, 4 so she pretends to ignore the in- OY , Wk. aN YOV/ cident. aN RW NL fi “We have some very good chicken NS =e) 4 pie to-day, s she suggests politely, ae - “ after a very respectable wait. Rec Vs ia Sf “Bring me an order then,” [ reply, AMA — = ND) un S Aa (! I dreamily contemplating the goddess’s = a, = Sent me a crown of soft bronze-colored hair =i . 1] is sia | and the even perfection of her white Drawn by ReNk CLARKE. ii iN hu Ah fil | teeth. “Also the usual griddle cakes ‘ {| NG WT ' fiber i and coffee. And by the way, did you JIM BARNES’ LIST OF TEN COMMON H} ne Wes | receive that candy all right | FAULTS OF GOLFERS ‘| Hi Ta a “Yes,” she nods, smilingly, “thank Changing one’s thought during the progress | | Nyy), itt wit aya you, sir.” | of the swing. | rN \ Why nny “Oh, don’t mention it! Now—er 1 iil | | nyt Weal —" here I lower my voice to a dis- | ||| | Wed! AA creet whisper, “won’t you give me my . = avant i! answer to-day?” Hebe’s blue eycs in a TTT BT ji “agua int eloud, She looks furtively around tiled floor. Hebe is back again, plac- at the great stretch of tables as if ing a loaded tray at my elbow. | seeking an avenue of escape. glance quickly at its contents. Then, “Please don’t refuse me,” I plead. with an inward sigh of relief I sink “Everything, you know, depends upon back in my chair. your answer.” She hesitates. Her Indeed, this Hebe is a goddess face blanches. Her fingers play nerv- in more ways than one. For what ously with the folds in her apron. A other waitress would go out of strained, breathless moment. Then her way to bring two helpings of —the thrill of her whispered assent. maple sirup with a man’s griddle As she departs my eyes follow her cakes? eagerly, and—y I might as well confess it—greedily. ~~~ ~~.) | What superb poise and car- f riage! Truly, I have named } | i | her well. Nervously I await her return. The suspense is terrible. Great Heavens, what if she fails to keep her prom- ise? My heart stands still at the dire thought. The minutes drag past with | aggravating calmness. Will The Pup—That kid sure has the ° 1 . —— i f a thoroughbred in him, I'll She never come? At last my THE WIDOW oe of & Morons as ears detect a light step on the Assets and Liabilities comicbooks.com