Judge — July 1, 1922 — page 26: what you’re looking at

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

Real Vermouth— as made by us during 64 years of wine-making at Bordeaux, France, Just 5 ounces of pure alcohol re- moved from each bottle for use in this country. French or Italian Style. ‘Tells you how! Send for Your free copy. Restaurant & Wine Co. New York Omece 476 West Broadway Local Distributors Desired Masterpieces! Master crafts- men make and fit Keen Kutter knife parts so exactly they seem ‘own together. The finished nives reflect this workmanship, Simmons Hardware Company KEEN KUTTER Are You All Primed? Send tor Free Catalogue X REDDING & CO. Publishers and Manufacturers 200 Fifth Avenue, New York Real Power by Katherine Negley VERYONE turned to admire the tall man with the fine physique. His hair had a natural wave, his chin was cleft, his eye was icy blue, he had a skin any woman might envy, and he wore his clothes well. No one noticed the small man by his side. He was wizened and old, he looked like a withered apple, his eyes were small and shifty, his chin was weak, he was bald and sallow, and his clothes hung loosely about his thin form. The small man had never done any- thing much except make about ten mil- lion dollars, while the tall man was the traffic man who had just told him to come along to the station house for speeding. pss Shirt Manufacturer—How's business? Clothing Manufacturer—The market has been inactive for a long time, but it’s coming back strong now. Read this, from a customer. Shirt Manufacturer (reading)—Dear Sirs: We are returning 150 overcoats we bought from you last fall, as we found we could not sell them. sas ‘Nature provides for everything. Napoleon was very fond of children!” “What of it?” “He also could get along on four hours sleep, you know.” Foreign Relation UO HERE COMES THE BRIDE First the aisle of the church, then the aisle of the Pullman. sae Willis—The Spartan boy allowed a fox to gnaw his vitals and he didn’t even whimper. Mrs. Willis—Well, I feel sorry for Mr. and Mrs. Spartan but I don’t for the boy if he hasn’t any more sense than that,