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1 MW = owe “Say, mister, yah ain't all demobi- lized yet, are yah? I see yer still wearin’ yer wrist watch.” Lament of the Golf Widow By Edmund Gilligan As spring approaches, the golfer’s wife senses the air of abstraction that enwraps her husband. She knows the unerring instinct that tells him just when the links will be green, and the tees ready. She realizes that the winter of her content is over and the spring of her discontent is beginning. There is no help for it. It always happens. Last fall, when he found he could not play another round on the snowy course, the golfer entered the bosom of his family. His wife is now closely acquainted with him, and has even learned to put two lumps in his tea. He has for- gotten the name of his favorite caddy, and his own children know him and are quite fond of him. When spring comes, she must again enter her widowhood, and be content if he decides to have breakfast at home once a week rather than drive to the country club for a few holes before breakfast in the grill. The children will soon be crying for their father, and asking if he has gone away forever. The dogs will pine away, the cook will grow unruly. Again, his widow will recall the ceaseless vigil of last spring when she and the other golf widows patiently waited at their windows, hoping that their mad husbands would turn into the driveway instead of going on to the country club. She will sigh as she remembers how the car always dashed by and how her BOOK ON DOG DISEASES And How to Feed Mailed free to any address by Asseitiea's the Author Pioneer H. CLAY GLOVER CO., Inc. Dog Medicines | 129 West 24th Street, New York One of the 250,000 who provide Bell Service. At Your Service Imagine a bird’s-eye view of the United States. Imagine it criss-crossed with telephone wires or underground cables connecting every city, town and hamlet. Imagine these wires reaching nearly 14,000,000 destinations—in city homes and offices and in 2,500,000 farmhouses. Imagine all this and your vision is still short of the truth regarding the Bell System. A telephone at your elbow, a wire circuit to your farthest neighbor. Apparatus which embodies the latest develop- ments of an army of trained scientists. The picture is still incomplete. Better Service ‘In every center of popu- lation is a telephone exchange and an organization of skilled workers to give life to the nation-wide facilities of com- munication. Every circuit must be tested; every inch of wire watched and kept in repair; every switchboard operated day and night. But that is not all. There is the new construction to meet the increasing needs of the telephone-using public. Every day, from one end of the coun- try to the other, thousands of crews of linemen and cable- men, and installers of every kind of telephone equipment, carry on this work with the continued growth of the nation. * BELL SYSTEM” One Policy, One System, Universal Service, and all directed toward husband waved his hand, intent on his determination to play eighteen holes before dark. She will remember with a shudder how Dick Jones's wife fell into a ter- rible faint when Dick stopped in front of his house one spring day, not to come in to his wife, but simply from force of habit acquired in the winter months. So the golf widow resigns herself to waiting and watching, and whiles away the dull hours by praying for rain, lightning, fire, and other acts of God which make golf impossible. 2 THE LATEST “Are you a tramp?” “No, mum. I'm a sailor on a ten- year holiday.” Are You a Mason? What Book Do You Want Most? We Have It! Send for a complete catalogue of Masonic books, jewelry and supplies, REDDING & COMPANY Dept. X 200 Fifth Ave., New York City