Judge — May 13, 1922 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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

Ballade of the Red-headed | Girl By Richard Le Gallienne | | “The red-headed girls in a cer- ] | tain Baltimore college are forming | i themselves into a club.”—News | | Note. H THE red-headed girl has come into her own, The glory of “carrots” acknowl- edged at last; Time was when I worshipped a “Titian” alone, A shunned and dogmatical en- thusiast; I sang of the red-headed girls of the past. And I wore next my heart a bright SPRING scarlet curl— By Jor Earnest Had I known it was dyed! (her friends called her “fast”)— HEN winter with its charms is gone, Here's a health—bumpers!—to And the hot sun wakes you up at dawn, the Red-headed Girl. When dandelions sprout on the lawn, ‘Tis spring. Well, what though the color was never her own, She flamingoed my life, and the glory she cast, Brunette nor blonde cendré has ever outshone; q When housewives start to beat the rugs, When all the woods are full of bugs, When grandpa’s colds require some drugs, ‘Tis spring. Her color I nailed, and still nail, to the mast; When sportsmen tempt the wily trout No blood-red of dawn or of ‘Mid gnats and flies that buzz about, poppy surpassed. i}, When long-planned picnics are rained out, Nor Sirius his star; nor the Red- i ‘Tis spring. bearded Earl, Knew a red like the red of her When suits and new hats wreck the purse, Coiffure amassed; Here's a health—bumpers!—to the | When would-be poets are filled with verse, Fi Then I can think of nothing worse Red-headed Girl. | Than spring. are blown, Yea, red as red ruin aflare in the blast, And, red as my blood—every drop is her own— Ah! wild were the days when my life was red-lassed! When together we dreamed, dined, drank, demi-tassed, And we flamed on the winds in a heart-to-heart whirl, i ; As our neighbors looked on very prim and aghast— O red as the battle when trumpets | \ A DELUSION THERE ARE TWO KINDS Here's a health—bumpers!—to the “Mother, what is _ conscience- Jones was on his way by auto to his Red-headed Girl. Wh money?” home in the country. It was getting | i “I don’t believe there is any such late when he had the misfortune to Envoi | i thing, or I'd have received some from be delayed by tire trouble, so he went Dear Red-head—'tis long since your q 1 the intelligence office long ago.” to the nearest phone and called up his beauty was glassed i wife. In these eyes that the thought of | i SURPRISED “Dear,” he said, “I'll be late home you troubles with pearl, 4 “Heavens!” said the visiting golfer, to-night on account of a little blow- My poppy, the poppies are over you ait “I never played such a rotten game!” out.” cast— | “Oh! Then you have played be- Immediately the query came over Here’s a health—bumpers!—to the i fore?” asked the brave caddy. the wire: “Tire or hootch?” Red-headed Girl. comicbooks.com