Judge — December 9, 1922 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Time out. He always gets And why not? ettes, the same as usual. a hundred cigarettes. He sends us a hundred every year. The efficiency engineer may smile a little contemptuously at this arrangement and point out how much simpler it would be for Willie and us each to buy our own, This woutd result in a saving for both of the cost of the tissue paper and the red ribbons and the little card saying, - greetings—from Willie.” Or, of ‘Season’s greetings—from Hey- s the case may be. But after all there is a time for effi- cieney and Christmas is not it. V don’t want to be practical all the year round. These time and money-saving people don’t. understand the. spirit. of Christmas when — they around making their crass and material sugges- tions. Why should we grudge Wil little red ribbon once a ve It isn’t the gift itself so much as the spirit be- hind it. And anyhow we don’t get any the worst of the arrangement. Willie smokes Virginia tobacco, and we can’t stand anything but imported Egyptian. Still it was little Nellie we started to talk about. Two years ago we gave her a rattle and there was no complaint. Last year it was a rag doll, but that ends our iod = of inspiration. We hardly be expected to devise a first- notion like that every year. Just now we can’t think of anything to get her. Probably she’s too young for a good book. They don’t let her eat candy. And we son’s course wood, come can can’t say it with flowers. They don’t like her to eat those either. ext year we might try her on roller skates. She’s three, and very bright for her age. No, we simply can’t think of a thing. Oh, 3 we have it! Why not give the child those bright colored coupons we get with Willie’scig- arettes, and let the child pick out something for herself? For late shoppers. Why Is It That I Love Him? by Willis Thornton HY is it that I love him—what can the reason be? Well that, the maid re- fl is very. plain to sec When we are out to- gether, He doesn’t whether Another girl exists or not, he only thinks of me! (Who's that romantic fellow there, With flashing eyes, and curly hair?) notice How did I come to k It came about this way, The young man gaily answered—I rather hate to say, But there is no mistaking Her little heart is breaking, Of me it is she’s thinking, all through the night and day! Some blond in that short skirt! we! L think she’s wants to flirt!) Second down and ten blocks to go. Mr. Stymie—Whoever heard of a course with more than eighteen holes? Mr. Dubbe—Wait till they serve the Swiss cheese course and then count ‘em yourself, , ey Barber—How do you want your hair cut? Customer—In a hurry. “Oh, T see. A short cut.” A Christmas tragedy cf the folding hunting seat. 13