Judge — March 25, 1922 — page 5: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

“There’s Harold Spivis, back from Canada “Did you hear he got married up there?” “Huh! The Adventurer By Katherine Negley WHEN Jimmy was three years old, someone left the back gate un- latched, and he wandered out. He passed five houses and a cross dog, and stood watching the cars go by on the speedway for five minutes before he was found. It was a great adven- ture. When he was six, his father took him to Pittsburgh, twenty-five miles away. He looked at the tall buildings and listened to the noise of the street cars, holding fast to his father’s hand, of course. It was a great adventure. When he was twelve, he visited his relatives in Butler County. He passed through three counties, saw the muddy Monongahela River, the placid Allegheny River with its islands, and the quiet-looking farms of Butler County. It was a great adventure. When he was sixteen, he was al- lowed to go to Atlantic City. He crossed the State of Pennsylvania, and went through New Jersey; he saw the ocean and mountains. It was a great adventure. When he was twenty, he went to California. He sat up in his berth to look at the Mississippi River; he watched the plains, the mountains and the deserts as they passed. It was a great adventure. Since then he has traveled the world over. His valet looks after Look at the man’s clumsy style!” his clothes and the time of trains and boats. Nothing is an adventure to him any more; but when he looks at a little cottage, with a little family gathered round its door, he weeps, as a strong man weeps, with a smile on his face, an ache in his throat, and a great longing in his heart. HUMAN NATURE “There are some traits which all men have in common.” “For instance?” “Every man thinks he would have been an awful lady-killer if he hadn't married, a great golf-player if he only had the time, and a successful stock market operator if he only had the te Hubby—Mary, were you reading any bol- shevist literature before the baby was born? 3 Isn't he a stunning skater!” The Influence of Furniture By H. M. Mahon ENSORS of modern missed a simple exe the improvement in the technique of present-day courting. We all admire Sheraton furniture, with its wonderful spindly legs and spidery construction, but what a bane it must have been to our grandparents in moments of emotion! Grandmother harps unnecessarily on the old story that, when she was young, a girl would never have dreamt of sitting on a young man's knee. Of course not, the furniture would have collapsed. “Your father always left before ten o’clock,” is a mother’s crushing re- joinder to her daughter's brazen defence of midnight farewells. Do not be misled. Our fathers were in no way inferior to us either in courage or affection. They were quite as sure that they could reach the door the necessary fraction of a second faster than any angry parent. But they were only human, no flesh and blood could with stand the impenetrable argument in favor of an early farewell pre sented by a polished mahogany chair. This generation should raise a memorial to the man who invented the modern lounge, with its deep, easy cushions and convincing air of solidity. morals have anation for