Judge — June 10, 1922 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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

Drawn by HaRow Lunp. “Bill, I'm going to tear up these photos of mine—they look ten years older than I do.” “Nonsense—put them away until you catch up with them.” nature even is hidden from the sower who goes forth to sow. What a sport he is—this game old cock with the whiskers who makes the cartoonists rich and keeps the barber poor! What a thoroughbred he has been dur- ing the procession of the centuries, standing out, defying the elements! Ajax got a reputation for merely chal- lenging the lightning. But Farmer John takes on the lightning along with the hail, the snow, the hot winds and the cyclones, and in any series of years he beats the whole lot of them. Look at him—the old dear—his shoul- ders bent, his neck bowed, his fists hard, his face smiling as he sails into the weather, the soil, the city slicker, the oil-stock artist, the co-operative store, the elevator man, the packer and the politician—all out to get his goat. He is certainly a peach; a bit fuzzy at times, not entirely immune to worms upon occasion, ruddy, sunburned, freckled on one side, and often hard to skin—but still a peach! A peach- erino! “The farmer,” quoth Governor Allen of Kansas, once after an election, which disclosed the farmer vote in re- bellion, “the farmer—God bless him— votes his suspicions!” Well, consid- ering the way he is treated by Provi- dence, bamboozled by man and com- monly regarded around the house during harvest by his wife, do you blame him? ROOM FOR TWO * Professor of English—For what was William Morris noted, Miss Fusser? Miss Fusser—He was the inventor of a petting chair. Ripples on the Surface By Katherine Negley Lone ago, in a Little Church Around the Corner, a minister did all the talking, the deacons did the planning and the work, the men with the collection plates gathered up the pennies, and the choir headed the War Department. The world turned around and around, the city moved a few blocks, and times changed. A motion picture place bought the church property. The stars were the same type as the minister, the pro- ducers took care of the business end, the window cashiers gathered in the pennies, and the authors of the plays objected to the changes made in their manuscript. The city kept moving away, prices soared and times changed even more Now a garage is on the site. The landlord gets more press notices than any star, and he gets them free; the manager takes care of the details, the mechanics take in the small change, and the customers conduct a silent and invisible war on the prices charged. So the scenery is merely changed, and the same types are doing just about the same things. Chivalry By Helen Harriett Fetter T° show that chivalry’s not dead He bends quite low to kiss her fingers. She does not smile at his bald head, To show that chivalry’s not dead. On chicken a la king they've fed; Still, over her home-brew he lin- gers— To show that chivalry'’s not dead? He bends quite low to kiss her Drawn by A. B. WALKER. NEIGHBORLY “Hello, neighbor! Ah! you going to plant there?” “Your blamed chickens.” I see you have started your garden. What are comicbooks.com