Judge — May 20, 1922 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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Copeland, Cornell ’25 HAPPY couple, 0 and H, once enjoyed the fruits of life in their love for each other and their strong and faithful union. They lived in a pretty little mole- cule in the Mass, a small suburb near the big City, surrounded by all their friends, like a bi family, elt organized in the society they ¢ Lite Hydrogen worked. tity in the city near- by, but his toil only intensified his bliss, when, after a hard day’s work, he was once more entwined in his soulmate’s arms, which he endearingly termed “atoms.” But happiness is never eternal, and a villain appeared on the scene, Copper, called by his underworld colleagues “Cu.” | Having once seen the fair and comely Oxygen chatting with some of her friends in the “Florence Flask,” the town’s smart- est hotel, he had since cultivated an obses- | sion to own her. His villainous desire brought to red heat by his closest friend, Bunson, another of the underworld habi- tues, he carefully laid plans to kidnap the helpless object of his brutish affections. So, one fine day, Hydrogen away in the | big city, they were secretly married, she | against her will, by “Hard” Glass, half priest | and half thug (hence his nickname). Thus | was the union formed between Copper and | the helpless Oxygen, the license name read- ing “CuO.” Hydrogen, returning to find his home wrecked and his wife gone, was so stricken by his misfortune that ever after he wan- dered through the world as a recluse, in- dependent of all earthly bonds. Cu, under the baleful influence of Bunson and “Hard” | Glass, and because of his guilt in uniting with O to form the union CuO, finally be- came black in his villainy, and was pun- | ished for his infamy by being pulverized. Just His Way Co-ed—Hear Bill finished all right, but it was a pretty tight squeeze, I imagine. Coo-ed—It’s been my experience that he always finishes that way, Mary, dear. Robinson Newcomb, Oberlin '23. ‘Seap,Ointment, Taleum 2%e . address: Cuticura Laboratories, Dept. 7, HYMN TO HER By E. Kirby Newburger, Harvard ’21 WOULD you believe me, my sweet I told you, That I longed ‘tor you, pined for you all of the time, And that in my’ arms that longed to enfold you And hold you forever, and so make 3 mine Would you believe, my dear, if I told you That I sighed for you, cried for you, of the night And that in the day that I wished I had told you How much I love you and how much | might? Would you believe me, dear girl, if I toid you That with you, life would be one sweet song? But dear, I hate by such talk to mold you, r if you believe it, you're naturally wrong. The End of a Perfect Dey. MAYHAP A FLAPPER By Tom Irwin, Stanford '23 ARCHIE takes me to lunch twice a week He knows what to order. He knows where to go. He talks beautifully. I look forward to those moments with Archie. says he loves me. I tolerate Archie. Clifford takes me to every dance. He is a wonderful partner. He is so—well, you know what he’s like. And he knows any number of pretty speeches. I have learned them all. I despise Clifford. I met Bill at the Wilson's week-end party. He was the only man there who didn’t propose to me. He just sat around most of the time and smoked. He doesn’t dance, and he has never taken me anywhere. He doesn’t pay me the slightest attention. I wonder what he thinks of me? I hope he does! . . Mary has a delightful way of smiling at me over her shoulder. I like to watch her look at me out of the corner of her eye. Sometimes she is almost bewitching. But she’s over my head. We just get along. Anne wears astonishingly modern clothes. T suppose they’re modern. At least they’re new. And she talks on every subject under the sun. The trouble is, she never exhausts * * one. Except, of course, when she talks of me. 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She then began to dub me “Toi,” Or “cher ami”—a trifle colder- She spoke about herself as “Moi,” And learned to wink and shrug her shoulder. “Allez-vous-en!” she'd cry When, timidly, I tried to pet her, In other days her pert reply, Of “You get out!” seemed vastly better. At the café French cooks alone, Could to her taste abnormal cater; And, with an accent all her own, She steadily “gargoned” the waiter. I talked of books, she said: “My mind No more in native fiction grovels; Real life in French alone I find.” She cited then some awful novels. In Art I learned my taste was crude; She liked—without a blush affirmed Some shapely “study from the nude;” “La Verite toute nué” she termed it. Yet, ah, that Fate her course should check! For she “French leave” of me has taken; Her French heel broke her Yankee neck, She sighed “Mon Dieu!” and life was shaken. 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