Judge — May 20, 1922 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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

Drawn by Evwarv RYAN. What the Literati Will Wear By O. O., Vassar College FTER all that has been written about the appearance of the col- lege girl, it is strange that no one mentions her shoes. As a rule, feet spell intellectuality more reli- ably than do high foreheads. The higher the mentality, the flatter the heels. Shoes of E width are acquired along with a diploma, and even ground-grip- pers look frivolous on a Ph.D. After all, history substantiates this. The Wise Virgins are al- ways pictured hiking along in sensible buckskin ties, with the Foolish Ones tottering behind on mere spindles. Solomon the Wise insisted that his wives wear regulation “sneaks,” and Sappho even took to sandals. The reason that Cinderella’s sis- ters could not get the glass slip- per on was that the eldest was an honor girl at school, while the other made Phi Beta Kappa. From the point of view of fashion experts, the worst evil of education is that it goes straight to the feet. With the advancement of learning, pretty slippers must disappear, for the weighty mind must have a solid understanding. For proof, look at professorial feet! Some high foreheads, like ears, may go out of style. But feet, The Scarecrows. even with shoes upon them, will prob- ably remain in vogue. As long as they do, we cannot mistake the learned! WORTH LOOKING AT “So you are Diogenes?” “IT am.” r ts if ai 38% . Mae—If he has proposed, why don’t you accept im? Sue—lI can’t make up my mind whether I would like him when I got him home. “Will you take a bit of advice?” “Perhaps.” “Quit looking for an honest man and take a slant at the girls.” A Passionate Purple Epistle By Van H. Cartmell, Jr. PASSIONATE epistle Was dropped in my mail box to-day; I whisked it whistle From under the bills where it lay. purple away with a I made it my idle conjecture To guess what the contents could be— A letter of love or a lecture From the not yet impossible she. The color I aptly could style a Supremely insidious hue, And I said to myself: “What Delilah Would possibly send this to you?” With a strongly elated sensa- tion I ripped out enclosure and all, And read—to my edification— “Buy a box for the Fireman's Ball!” comicbooks.com