Judge — February 3, 1923 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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Drawn by RENe CLARKE. Recently discovered drawing of a small vessel le with a company of golfers in search of a site to found a new The expedition was organized shortly after the discovery that in the for the Antarc golf club. AN OLD PRINT aving a Scottish port, bound Antarctic the sun remains above the horizon all day and nightfor several months. The Eck by C.W. Myers I’ ye hae cheated in a game 0° gawf By countin’ wrang or teein’ in th’ rough, Na doot ye then wad dub a shot or twa Or else yer pesky ba’ wad boun’ awa" Tae richt or left—it mak’s ye sair tae speak; A guilty hert disturbs—for that’s th’ cek. Some men gang oon thir wa’ wi'oot a care An’ play th’ game o’ life richt fair an’ squar, While ithers winna hesitate tae tak Advantage o’ thir auldest frien’s an’ mak’ Thir siiler fast. But soon they're verra meck: They ken they hae tae face th’ watchfu’ eck whither pliyin’ gawf or busy wi? air serious pursuits, joost let this be Yer guide—th’ Golden Roole is like auld wine, For it sall beet yer hert as weel as mine. Na subterfuge then sall ye try Ye'll find ye've won yer gam te Bingham’s Sudden Rise by Arthur Flanders or ten long years Dick Bingham EF ad been a devoted employee to Cheepskate & ‘Titewad as assistant bookkeeper. For nine of these Dick had hoped with increasing hope one day he would be given a chance to rise, but he still occupied the same four- legged high stool, with its spindles nearly worn through from contact with Bing- ham’s shoes. He couldn’t understand why he should be held back, unless there was something in the name of the firm he worked for. : Cheepskate & Titewad were grain brokers and Dick Bingham had ventured at times to speculate a little on the strength of “insi information,” but s the dips and tips would fail him. leclared, however, that if he ever rose above the common horde, the rise would come sudden and when least expected And when the opportunity did come, he told himself, no matter if it found him on a high-stool or any other seat, he would rise to the occasion. Premises it is just_as well how little we know what life holds in store for Here was Dick Bingham. long years he had worked and hoped for us. For nine achance to rise. Little did he know what was in store for him when he boarded a ar for home a few days ago. ambiti a seat and street was still filled with his same he flopped himself down pulled a saper from his pocket and sought the latest news in the grain mar- ket. As the car sped along it brought Dick closer to his ambition. But the bookkeeper knew it not. At Forty-second street the car stopped and a woman, carrying so many bundles that one more would have been a handi- cap to her, climbed aboard. The s were all taken, so the woman clung best she could to a friendly strap. Bing- ham held the paper close to his if deeply interested in the news. He w well aware of the fact that a woman w 13 standing near him, but he had no desire to give up his seat. He wasn’t to blame if the woman had to stand. Many another woman has had to do the same thing. FIFTY-FIRST street. the woman £% seemed ready to drop. In her mind she wondered who the guy was that kept his face hid behind a newspaper. Suddenly a bundle slipped from her arm and landed in Bingham’s lap. Politeness told him that he should restore the pack- age to itsowner. Dick dropped his paper, revealing his face to the woman. For a moment she gave the man a disgusted look. Then with a curl of her lips she spoke: “It's you, is it! Well, you can just get up and let me sit down. I’m nearly dead!” © Bingham’s chance to rise had come as he had said it would—suddenly and unexpected. He offered no protest, for the woman with the bundles was his wife! tae In the Corn Belt is this—a snowdrift in the to burn some corn.” “It was popcorn.” erry Mrs. Browne—Gracious, Mary! Why are you trying to feed that birdseed to the eat? [told you to feed the canary. The New Maid—Well, there’s where the canary is, mum.