Judge — January 14, 1922 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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The; Knight Errant By Watt Mason Illustration by RatpH Barton IR RONALD donned his shin- claimed, “my friend, it is your with precepts small and larger, the S ing mail, and took his sword time to suffer; for he who lets woman smote him with a rail and in keeping, and said, “I guess his fist descend on woman is a_ knocked him from his charger. I'll hit the trail and rescue damsels duffer. Yon woman erstwhile When he sat up his head was swelled, weeping. For in the fair romantic was your bride, a fair and charm- his neck and jaw were broken, and books that’s what all knights are ing vision; your gypsire should still her rail the woman held, and doing, and I must do the same, gad- be open wide to make her life bitter words were spoken. zooks, the path of fame pursuing.” Elysian; and you should deck “Well, Sir Buttinski,” said the dame, And in a valley of the West he her hair with gems, her tresses severe and unforgiving, “I think it is found a woman wailing; he rode bright and curly, and you should a beastly shame that chumps like you to her with lance at rest; “Now, buy her diadems, and do your are living. It’s strange indeed that prithee, what is ailing?” shopping early. And youshould man and wife can’t ply their useful “My husband smote me with his make her life a pome, caress her labors, and get some pleasure out of staff, without excuse or reason, and daily, hourly; instead of which life, without buttinski neighbors. Now much I fear my epitaph he’ll write you swat her dome, and leave her climb aboard your crowbait steed, e’en in early season; I wot he brake weeping dourly. And ere I’m though your head be humming, and my collarbone and hath destroyed done, you scurvy dunce, you'll chase yourself with ardent speed, or my shoulder, and fain I’d soak him think I am a blizzard; I soak you you'll find worse a-coming.” with a stone, a brickbat or a twice, I soak you once, I prod Sir Ronald gaped in sheer amaze, boulder.” you in the gizzard.” so daft he thought the lady, but there “Now, rest in peace, afflicted Sir Ronald smote him with was method in her gaze—the rail she dame,” the knight responded, his lance, and sent his bonnet held still ready. And while the knight clearly, “and I will climb upon his \\ flying, and poked him roundly in she menaced still, the husband well frame, and punish him severely. the pance until he started cry- safeguarded, with malediction hot and My knighthood calls me to redress ing. Sir Ronald then had oped shrill sweet words were interlarded. the woes of females stricken, and his lips to speak a while on Gir Ronald rose and caught his steed, if I do not miss my guess I'll make morals, to chasten him with the while the woman waited; in fact, your husband sicken. You say I'll righteous whips, and make him he was convinced, indeed, it could not find him just within, hard by the cease his quarrels. But ere be debated. outer bailey? Then come, good the knight could start his tale, “Now by St. Bride,” Sir Ronald said, steed, get up and spin,” the good when he had reached his palace, knight chortled gayly. and had a poultice on his head, “I’m done, so help me, Alice! Reformers still may raise their din and do a lot of yelling, but all I get for butting in is just a painful swelling.” And there he found the brutal wight, odsfishing and beshrew- ing, with hops and raisins heaped in sight, intent on his home brew- ing. “Cogs wounds,” the knight ex- “Yon woman erstwhile was your bride, a fair and charming vision.” comicbooks.com