Judge — August 19, 1922 — page 28: what you’re looking at

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Fairchild Aerial Camera Corporation THE ANNUAL OUTING OF THE READERS OF JUDGE Airplane view of beach at Coney Island (Now, all together)— East side, West side, All around the We all run down te When the weather “oney ts too hot. Boys and girls together, Pat O'Rourke and his peach, You'll see "em Sundays at Coney, Arm in arm along the beach. George Jean Nathan may be observed third from the left Try These in Your Hammock Continued from page 21) we think, had a queer sense of humor. This very modern young man left a girl in his small town home, went to college, to war, and into the newspaper game in New York, and then couldn't make up his mind whether to marry his old small town sweetheart or not. Also, he wrote a book all about it. We suspect this is probably the book. But if the author thinks there’s anything peculiarly modern about all this he is certainly of the new generation. The chief characteristic of the new generation is a virginal ignorance of the past. Alas! There were cads before 1922, and before then ambitious boys have forgotten their small town sweet- hearts. It’s not always a misfortune for the sweethearts, cither. The book might help in one small town library. “The Learned Mr. Leonard” Continued from page 4 more and more to be the exclusive prov- ince of The Wall Street Journal. Base- ball writers used to keep track of the league races by means of a standing of the clubs based on games won and lost. To-day the standing of the clubs in Brad- street's seems to be the thing which counts most. The old type of score-card peddler will be replaced by a more plausible per- son, who will ery out to the fans as they enter the grounds. sre you Can't tell the players without a financial rating.” The ninth inning rally of the future will be far more exciting than those of the past. Consider the situation. The bases are full. Two men are out and one run is needed to tie the score. The stands are in a tumult. Is there a chance? Of course. Suddenly, a messer on a motorcycle speeds straight across the diamond and, leaping off, opens a black n front of the home team dugout. Jo we win?” cries the manager .”* says the messenger sadly I got there the bank was closed.” tots When Summer Roses Bloom by Helen Browne HE sunlit skies, the ambient ai The flowei vbroidered w The dear old world is wondrous fair These perfect summer days: The fragrant breath of shrub and flower Distills a rare perfume, The earth is like an Eden bower When summer roses bloom. when The pleasant hours glide swiftly bys When sunset fires grow dim The winged minstrels of the sky Chant sweet their vesper hymn, The wind, as soft as a caress, Comes whispering through the gloom. Beauty, and peace, and happiness When summer roses bloom. The glorious summer days for mine, The wind’s wild minstrelsy, Stars that with diamond radiance shine Upon a purple sea: Life's brightest hopes to us it seems all future years illume, A world of loveliness and dreams, When summer roses bloom. sot Life There’s always plenty coming— (But never nuthin’ here.) Mac—Here comes Tom Bore up. the walk—that fellow gives me the shivers, Sw—Why don't you give him the shake? ae “My wife is commander-in-chief in the house.” “And you?” “Only paymas wae Wife—Do you expect to get to heaven by hanging on to my skirts? Hubby—No, but T might by showing St. Peter the bills for them. ae “What would solve Germany's. prob- lem? “If she would just approach it in the spirit of a man figuring he can afford a car!” tt “LT hear your wife's out of town. That must give You more or less liberty.” “More or less. I still} o punch the time clock that she installe “My husband says I'm always his first thought.” “From what I hear, he seems to think nd thoughts are best.” sae sak of the flyers as >+—pP