Judge — January 27, 1923 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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A Ballade of Consolation hy Jerome B. Barry tr 1x the comforter’s réle I've ed when some pained, Solaced the ache of his dole With platitudes hoary and veined; Spilt milk I often have deigned To mention, and most of the rest— Yet from just one I’ve refrained: “Maybe it’s all for the best.” “Dark before dawn’’—what a toll Of curses that wh unchained! “Lining of silver”—my soul! ‘That moves them to fury unfeigned. Yet, though my conscience isstained, This is the ultimate test— Guiltless of one I've remained: “Maybe it’s all for the best.” “Might droll, Thou; patience so strained, No one is knocked for a goal, rangled or savagely caned. et when this weapon is trained Full on a quivering breast, When has a temper remained?— “Maybe it’s all for the best.” Envoi Jupce! May your pardon be gained, If, when I thus am addressed, Some one is suddenly brained? Maybe it’s all for the best! as The Scotch-American MiES%, of the happenings of the AVE night of November 11, 1918, will long be remembered by: those -who participated in the informal festivities a result of the Armistice. Some of the incidents are remem- bered more or less vaguely, depending upon the percentage of “kick” in the joy water. In one of the cafés of Paris were assembled a party of British, American, French and Belgian officers, As the evening progressed it agreed that there should be change of uniforms. This some queer fits. For example, an American Major of Field Artillery who was six feet four and weighed 220 pounds wore the uniform of a Scotch Highlander, skirt and all. The major passed out about the time the party broke up, the Scotchman was pleased one was have been worse”—it is sorely is Putting on a lot of dog. with his American clothes, so when this major finally woke up he was still dressed in the kilt: He dared not return to his regiment without a proper uniform,-so he decided to play properly Th Scotchman until he could be dressed. first uniform he saw which was near his size was occupied by a Colonel of Engineers. He made the acquaint- ance of the colonel, invited him to dine, “Hey! around! ish this game of checkers?” 18 Quit wriggling your spots How do you expect us to fin- stopped at the same hotel and after the colonel retired stole his uniform and left him the kilts. History does not record how the colonel made out, but it is rumored that he spent two days in bed while a French tailor, for two prices, made what passed for an American uniform. rod Talent Will Tell by Roy H. Fricken TT employment manager of the great cafeteria looked up from his desk to meet the wistful gaze of one of the interminable horde who tramped the streets wearily, day after day, looking for worl “Please, sir, job. [need it bi There was something about her strange pallor and her appealing eyes that made this 1 ily brutal, brusque man pause before informing her that there were no vacancies, “Where have you worked before?” he asked, simulating an interest he did not feel. The girl nervously tw shabby glove 1 avoided his gaze. “Oh, what's the y she burst out suddenly. “I might as well tell you the truth, I'm just out of prison. I was sent down for raising bills. My husband is still in. I used to slice the bills in two, edge’ s, and he would paint the two blank sides. We got caught, t But now I want to go straight 1 ssion ended ir I right, little girl heart touched. se don’t, We've got a job Anybody with talent like yours isn’t going to be out of work for long. Take your hat and coat off right now, and you can start right in at the roast beef counter.” sae Song by Edmund J. Kicfer I ove adorns the cottage 4 And makes the table bright, Love brings songs to working And makes the task seem light, Love is balm for sorrow, A cure for pains and ills; But when there’s something needed, Money pays the bills. she said. “I want a 1 her worn, comichooks.