Judge — July 22, 1922 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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Gladys—Jack gave me a rainbow kiss last night. Ethel—What kind of a kiss is that? “Why, one that follows a storm!” The paragraph in the Evening Echo was repeated in substance in the morning papers. Whyte was so prominent that any note of him was news—and this contradicted rumor. N THEIR honeymoon, years before, the Whytes had isolated themselves happily at a remote lake in the Adiron- dacks. The reference to this region had revived Whyte’s memories of that period. He recalled that the fishing there had been wonderful. He determined to visit the E again as soon as he could arrange Thus two weeks later, in fisher gear, with an old guide so rheumatic that he could hardly keep pace—the same guide had been employed on the honeymoon— Whyte rambled along this lake. As they made their way they noted a tent under the trees. A woman, appar- ently a servant, was cooking over a camp fire. Nearing the shore, the guide pointed out a man and a woman bathing some dis- tance out. Suddenly the woman screamed, “Cramp, I gue id the guid “Mighty cold water. She's goin’ under!” “And that coward imming away! cried Whyte, who threw off hiscoatand ran. “*Fraid she'll fasten to him when she rises, I reckon,” wheezed the guide as he tried to keep up with Whyte. Whyte plunged in, swam to the spot, and seized the woman by the hair as she came up. She was insensible when they reached the shore. Her maid, who had been at the camp fire, was at the water side crying and wringing her hands. The man who had deserted the drowning woman had disappeared within the tent. Whyte recognized the maid first. The woman he had rescued was Mrs. Whyte. The other man was Benedict. Catal Some Little Botanist by Kate B. Burton A DEBUTANTE invited me On Sunday to a “Hybrid Tea.” That girl made Burbank look quite dumb. The tea crossed with pre-war rum. Their Common Ambitions by Katherine Negley pes Maw did the family washing herself, Goldie’s mamma sent theirs out, Violet’s mother did the fancy things herself and had a woman come in once every week to do the rest. All three families lived on canned products, delica- tessen dishes and bakery goods. Dot was in the blouse department of the Blake Shops, which is the very most ex- clusive shop in town, you know, and she caught the manner of the grand dames who bought there. Goldie was the cashier at the Pink Kitten Café, where, you under- stand, the very nicest people eat. Violet typed letters for the president of a large concern, and he knew better than to think of getting fresh with her, too. They all learned all they could from the people who came in their day’s work and at noon thi pt their open for new ideas in dre In a little while they knew all there was to know and much there should not have been there to know. And every morning in the street car to work they rivaled each other for the favor of a boy of their own age, who smoked cigarettes, carried his lunch, wore acap, smiled at one and then another and each morning permitted one of them to sit with him with the air of dispensing a Cabinet appointment. PH “Closefist drags out a miserable cx- , doesn’t he?” Yes, life in name only.” st “Father, what does the American cagle stand for?” “Anything.”