Judge — November 11, 1922 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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ARLING, I've got_ the D surprise for you! Gue “T give up, Ba who had just come hor tiring day at the office. “Never mind, thei Baby didn’t feel that her wifely duties included the annoy- ance of her two-months’ old husband. Two months in the sense that they had been married in September and here it was way into the latter part of November and they were still happy though united. “Tl tell my precious. Mustn’t tire him out. But Darling must shut his blue eyes while Baby tells him.” Darling shut his e 1 Baby, 1 Darling, ged from a ‘Mother wants us S 4 , VA giving dine} VA Darling opened his eyes with what YAN might be called a bang but that eyes so Vv; tender couldn’t actually bang. But he Wi did open them suddenly and there was s quick to read pain in them. Baby w as anyone else Darling’s mind—as quic y was startled. she purred. T’ve already told my folks our first: Thanksgiving Darling was grieved to hurt his Baby, but there you were. Baby bit he Phis was the first time that Darling had shown the slightest act of independence since they were married, This was not her Darling, who bad promised to get her the moon. This “Sometimes, Bill, I sorta wish I’d a been born a cannibal.” “Wot! And eat people?” “Well, I dunno; but sometimes I git to wonderin’ wot a flapper’d taste like.” Their First Thanksgiving by George Mitchell was not the lover who had sneered at Leander’s nightly swimming of the Helles- pont that he might visit his lady love. She couldn’t get her bearings. But she did come to a determination: “You can promise them next year,” she beamed. “It would break mother’s heart,” saic Darling, all too firmly to please Baby. ON THE HIGHEST AUTHORITY Flapper (bursting in on her mother ecstatically) —Now, mother, I am going into the movies. You can’t say another word against it. The Bible tells us to! Mother—Wha-a-at? “Yes, that lovely young English rector read it right out of the text this morning. I heard him! It said: ‘Go and cinema!’” 3 “I think you might humor me just this once being as it’s the first—the very first thing I’ve really asked you to do for me. Besides, my mother has gone to the ex- pense of buying an extra big turkey,” said Baby. “So has mine,” said Darling, quite firmly. HUS did Darling and Baby come to a deadlock on this all-important sub- ject. Neither of them would wai so it came to pass that Darling c: at eventide weary but with no rest his tired head. And Baby had no one to whom the myriad trials of her day could be whispered. Life hac taken on a deep dark gray tone. The world lay half hidden behind a fog of despair. Two lives were sundered as completely as if some great giant gnome had torn them one from the other. Baby's yes were red—Darling’s were misted with the tears of early sorrow. Four days rolled by. Neither, in all that weary length, had heard the music of the other’s voice. Thanksgiving Day arrived in all the splendor of late autumn. Gold and crimson tinted the countryside. Mother Earth was in holiday apparel. The world sang hymns of Thanksgiving. Happine s king. But Baby and Darling were miserable. He, in the den that she had (Continued on page 5)