Judge — April 29, 1922 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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DOING THE BATTLEFIELDS “Fismes! Fismes! Now, let me see! Was it Napoleon or D’Annunzio who fought here?” Intellectual Insurance By Olga Owens, Vassar College It IS time for the college girl to meet the charges heaped against her. She is called frivolous, empty- headed, and her appearance is consid- ered wrong in every detail. Now she is driven to confess that it is all done for self-protection. With a mind as valuable as hers, the college girl is not safe. In these days of constant hold-ups and robberies, ruthless bandits are waiting at every turn. How can she go abroad pro- claiming to the world the vast wealth of knowledge that is hers? Obviously, she must disguise it. Suppose she lets her hair grow! Pinned up on a head already enlarged by so much learning, she becomes so conspicuous that she falls prey to the first inte!lectual crook. So she bobs it. Suppose she wears long skirts, or even a modest co!legiate gown. Would it be surprising if some dark night she is held up, and at the point of a pistol made to recite the whole of Homer’s “Iliad” to some desperate college pro- fessor? So to be doubly sure, she rolls her stockings. Education is a conspicuous thing, and if the student applies a little powder now and then to cover up its shining light upon her face, she should not be condemned. The desperate age in which we live has made all this necessary. So it is with admiration and pity that we should regard her, bravely adopting the latest styles, without complaint. Not even the reformer wears his pocketbook where it can be seen. The college girl proves that she has a mind by hiding it. NATURAL SKEPTICISM change Gramercy—Why did you your efficiency expert? Park—I found he was always in debt. Revenge By Charlotte Riddle Vassar College IN SPAIN a spurned woman knifes her for- mer lover, I understand. In France she complains of him to her husband. In England she cuts him dead in Hyde Park. In America she laughs at him and gets another. But I, before I laugh, shall sharpen my pencil diligently, and on a pad of fresh white paper consign in exact detail the history of our rencontre; with so deft a twist that the rest of the world will laugh with me at you. And you, chancing to read it across the shoulder of your companion in the subway, Drawn by BARKSDALE ROGERS, will stutter and gasp with rage as you identify yourself, unable to retort lest my readers discover that you are the object of their mirth. Then I shall go another. The Supplicant By Irene Hadley JF LOVE should come a-stealing And begging at the door— So pitiful and little, Asking for nothing more— Than just the merest greeting A kindly word—a kiss— If Love should come a-stealing Would giving be amiss? about getting NO WONDER HE CAN'T “What time-saving device has Snod- grass invented?” “One he can’t sell. It’s an attach- ment that plays both sides of a phono- graph record at once.” Peggy—Dick proposed four times before I accepted him. Patty—-To whom, dear? i