Judge — August 19, 1922 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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“Well, s‘long, Ed. The Unloved Orphan by Gardner Rea ALFRED!” Millicent. in from the garden. “1S rk on its wee back! And you know, dear, wise Mr. Smith says how deadly they Oh, I It's a horrid worm, and it’s on one of the rose “C yu. rushing got an ink m ped rol. bushes!” st areal worm!” T exclaimed hypo- Iv. “What luck! wall is wait till some entomo! t ‘or that particular breed, and remade. By the way, what we sort is it plasmic “A sentence, Millicent, is not a clothes- line upon which one pins every adjec- hasty, fuzzy, squshy, ecto tive “—and you've simply got to do some thing about it!” “This obsessing craze for celebrations is ruining the country. However, if vou insist, FI slip into my American Legion button and haul out baby’s drum—"* “Don't be idiotic. Squash it!” “Millicent! But let us be calm. Tt may leave, vou know: or impale itself on a thorn, seem to recall ay Plotinus don't see why you alwe drag in your old sp: i Was it whenever it's merely a question of it, he-blooded, American action! * went on Millicent, with one eve vel, “L thought you might like s. Leould land a can of salmon If L shoved it down the store know, and then with it. keeper's you Inderby,” interrupted Milli- lly, “if you don't do. some- thing about it right away, PU—TM cat at! And then I'll have spasms—and doctors’ hills—and Reluctantly T arose, and prepared my- self for the fray. “Which bush, my dear.” T onoredasits hors oeuvre?” yeh tat darling Prir “And the Prine I've got a date with a couple o’ flappers” asked pa- s Penobseott!” How recognize the bud royal, so to sp “OF course, you wouldn't know! After spilling coffee all over them twice on my gown! It’s the one that has the iddly clusters in autumn.” ince it’s not yet autumn silver tea lovely, pink, “But, my this summe “Well, then, it’s the one baby ate the label off of. Or rather, it’s the first one. You remember how she kept cating and eating till—” twelfth green. leafs other one eye on on the he blew the poor devil to the second leaf while T thought things over. “Sir or madam,” I said, gently, “eter- aging you. But we'll pass. the buck. Eshall take you to one who under- stands—to “di wise Mr. Smith. Slipping cautiously through Smith's fence, L deposited my w ig waif on an early pone Then, warned by an approaching whistle, I ducked into the shrubbery. A gust of wind laid bare the little an in all its appealing splendor k. ink mark, and everything. aid Smith violently. “DIL be ; ! How did you get back rom Enderby’ Dear, wise Mr. Smith! nity: is IN OLD NEW ENGLAND Salesman—I'm selling Invincible barb wire, Mister. fence your field with wire and be up to date? Farmer—Speakin’ of bein’ up to date, young man, can't you see I'm usin’ the wireless? Why don’t you