Judge — May 6, 1922 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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NOVEL WRITING MADE EASY By Harvey B. Pitts, Olivet ‘22 \[ARGUERITE THOMPSON was the only daughter of old John Thompson, the multimillionaire cattleman of Dusty Flat million acres of land sole heiress. ar with all th . bad priz father had se shing sch with honors fi ough Romantic ranch hands. She w en if she did eat garlic where she soon Brain Heat neh range foreman’s Simp. He was ably named. strapping fellow, and look should look. He resembled Bill Hart had all the great qualities of our stars; in an absent way in making love. the ideal of any modern girl bb Marguerite’s choice. She running true to type. Marguerite instinct name w He was certain with ron d she changed the simple nan to Alberto. She adored him; she liked way the held his cigarette, and he won t her to a young ladies’ graduate ng the course of Thor Then, she came of Alb "Gee Whiz, Dash It, He had ten million cows and forty Marguerite was the Naturally she was very popu- 3 not Her Albert He was a ta d just as a he He movie that is, he could ery and look at one there Take him all in all, he was We need not was only heart the day he said when the wind blew his hat off for th tenth time. He was fast becoming her h How well did he ride his horse, ins walk As the days went by and summer as coming to n close, these two people would often ride the range together. Often they would y their horses to the crest a hill and there watch the sun Alberto with stern face and Marguerite giving ve “Oh, isn’t it grand, One day while they shing up to exclamations such as, "t it. wonderful?” were riding, Mexican Joe came to them, just to greet Marguerit Buenas Dias, S as he cried, Alberto hissed between his te placed his hand upon his trusty forty M n fell from hi ween his e Mexican Cur se with « bullet. b “Ah, lie there and kick, That is the fifteenth man Ih ot this summer, for the same thing.” He then placed the fifteenth mark on the bar'l of his gun “Oh, you ar so brave, so true, so big and strong!” said Marguerite, with eyes beaming full of pleasure. Then, as they stood in the glory of the sun when the light blue of the moun tuins was turning to purple, and the Turtle Doves in the cottonwoods along the river were sending their love m sages to one another, and the lonely Coyote gave his wretched howl, and the sad and solemn stillness fell over all, Marguerite put her lily-white arms about Alberto’s neck As he looks down to embrace her, his face registers intense pain and agony. What is it? This is what he has been pining for all summer, this why he trotted his horse; he shot Mexican Joe for this, and this is why sweat never stood on ‘his brow; he had risked his life a hundred times for her. He tears her arms from his neck. He shoves her from him with murderous aspect. She stands there in the wan- ing light of day, # pitiful figure, large, t Drawn by E. C Drawn by Tro VAN Devarn, Stanford, °24 Mother's Idea of Fraternity Activities. scalding tears coursing down her cheeks What # picture of unprized love she makes! Alberto ¢ s out in tones fraught with rage and disappointment: rguerite, you have been eating garlic again.” BITS OF LIFE By Alfa Eugene Bye, U. of North Dakota '24 [) 1D. you ever notice how provincial and self-centered the world is? Why, we can’t hold an ordinary conversation with- cut some hint of our petty business affairs entering in, The very proverbs which e affect, the very bro mides of speech to which we are subject, are al e directly trace able to our particular everyday pursuits E. BISSANTZ. Hissantz, Cornell “24. TO CORDELIA, WHO IS KNOCK-KNEED ORDELIA, fairest of the fair, We love your lips, your eyes, your hair. Your piquant hands and shoulders rare, But we know why your knees are bare; For they, in walking, gently knocking, Would wear a hole in each silk stocking— So And keep your stockings neatly rolled! you, perforce, must be quite bold, Having alv ¥8 suspected this to be true I one di about to prove In my daily search for Judgelets, [ made the rounds of all my friends, engaging them ir y. Here's the result: to meet you,” smiled the * said the tailor. agreed the traffic cop. id the dressmaker sham observed the t, “And so forth,” “That's a dirty washerwoman Every little bit helps, carpenter, “That's the long the short of it,” re- torted the rural operator , “Try to keep a stiff upper lip,” admor ished’ the barber, 1) UPPEF Hip,” admo Yes, I need it,” protested the bake ‘m not very well posted “d the bookkeeper hese words shall be the cobbler ns philosophized the Why I Hate Ruth HER. pretty dimptes Her black satin pumps Her cute ways Her bow-leggedness Her method of alwa me. s making fun of Why I Fell in Love with Mary Her pretty dimples Her black satin pumps Her cute w Her bow- ness. Her liking to h me talk about myself, Irving P. Myerson, Georgia * Styles Similar In the ballroom nowadays one would think he was at the seashore. Skolkin, Stevens Tech THE HUMORIST By A. B. Miller, Franklin Marshall HL, was funny He agreed with About that He wakened me At two A.M. To say, “Good Night.” He aroused me In the morning By holding an alarm clock To my ear. He put salt in my coffee He played The same Victrola record 6 times straight He wrote on signs 1 posted On the bulletin board, And though I am An upper classman He said, “Frosh, a I stood it all; Job d nothing o But one day He winked At Grace His fraternity brothers Sent green chrysanthemums and verybody match!"