Judge — December 10, 1921 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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The Stegasaurs By Ivy KELLERMAN REED (THOSE reptiles odd, the stegasaurs, Abounded in a time When rocks we call Jurassic now Were merely mud and slime. Their total length was twenty feet, Or even twenty-five; Terrestrial animals so large Are nowhere now alive. Their skulls were most absurdly small, And tiny brains they bore, But near the haunches, in the spine, It seems they’d one brain more! Upon each hand were fingers five, And like a human arm Their chunky fore-legs they could move, To guard themselves from harm. The tail was big and thick and long, And on it they could sit, Together with the huge hind legs, To look around a bit. And all the way along their backs Stood up a curious row Of bony plates encased in horn, Two feet across or so. But just before the tail was reached, Instead of plates there grew Two pairs of spines a half yard long— Some damage they could do! Soft juicy plants of various kinds Were all they wished to eat, And yet, we’re glad we were not there, A stegasaur to meet! When the Anarchist Wel- comed the King By L. B. BIRDSALL VAN GORGONOVITCH, the man whose anarchistic writings and utterances had stirred up millions of persons against royalty and the Divine Right theory and who was credited with having sown the first seeds of the Russian revolution, met the king face to face and smiled a cheery, though surprised, welcome. Gradually the smile broadened into a grin and finally he laughed out- right. Ivan Gorgonovitch’s companions looked on with mixed emotions show- ing on their fierce countenances. Two of them frowned their disap- proval; one sneered incredulously and a fourth expressed amusement in a blasphemous utterance. But Ivan Gorgonovitch, the terrible anarchist, paid no heed to them. His whole at- tention was given to the king. There was adoration in his eyes. Ivan Gorgonovitch had just filled a royal flush and there were eighty- five American dollars in the pot. Now Amend the Amendment Pullman Conductor—That couple in No. 10 are acting like a pair of fools. Porter—Yes, suh; dey am intox- icated with honeymoonshine. Redeemed “While it wasn't of much value, that watch I left at Uncle’s had one redeeming feature at least.” “Only one?” “Yes; the pawnticket.” “Won't it play, Mister?” Drawn by Garver O. REA. The Curse of Heredity. A Verbal Courtship (From a Modern Novel.) By RAYMOND ROBERTS. “AND you are sure that you love me?” she dimpled. “Absolutely sure of it,” he flashed. “Men are so fickle,” she gurgled. “And are women never fickle?” he sallied. “I am not sure,” she evaded. “You would not admit it if you were,” he charged. “I might and I might not,” she sparkled. “But do you love me?” he queried. “You are too eager to know,” she tantalized. “But why keep me in suspense?” he frowned. “Because I choose to,” she blazed. “A woman’s reason,” he scorned. “It is good enough for me,” she snapped. “But not for me,” he retaliated. “But you cannot make me give a better one if I do not choose to,” she jeered. “Is it thus you treat an honest man’s love?” he scowled. “Pardon me,” she softened. “And if I do will you give me a ” fairer answer to my question?” he smiled. “I may,” she coyed. “Then I—but some one is coming,” he warned. “T must go!” she gasped. “Good-bye until to-morrow,” he murmured, and vanished. CoMmicbooksscon