Judge — May 5, 1923 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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“That school marm just ain’t an interestin’ woman!” “Land sakes, no! For Mere Diversion by Laurence Wolfe Yor MERE diverson let us sean the life of a second-story man, From a layman's point of view. No hero he of open fight or bold exploit in day’s full light. But to his calling true. No night too dark, no wall too steep, no lock too subtly fashioned, In short, no obstacle too great but that he dares tempt any fate To keep well clothed and rationed. est, industrious without stint, his works unsung in public print, Unless he’s apprehended. In calm repose his days are passed. one, you know, may prove his last, Although he don’t intend it. Betimes when clad in raiment glad he views an upper story. He plans with skillful art campa waiting, after darkness reigns, Labors con amore. tach ns and When night's black pall obseures the blue of daylight to the average view, He goes with agile tread Up waterspout, through assuming that the owner's out, Or at least abed. His efforts, through experience, may lead perhaps to opulence As has been precon i, But like as not he may get shot, which terminates him on the spot And leaves him much aggrieved. sement stout, A Fight for Air by Clark Mills Z HarY KJELINE awoke in the middle 4 of the night with a dull head. His room was warm and suffocating. He got up, stumbled over ac hit the footrail of the bed a sharp thwa with his hip, and groped for the window. He found none. The air certainly was close and oppressive. Why in thunder Grocer— That bread costs eleven cents, little girl, Where is the one cent? Little Girl—But I was the one sent, mister. 16 She never had a sick day in her life!” hadn't he at least opened the ventila- tor He tacked in another direction only to meet a blank wall with an impact highly sulting. Zachary was beginning to breathe hard by this time. He seemed to be stirring up the dust, the room was heavy with it. He reached for the light, but without A bead of perspiration coursed down his chin and dripped off on. his wrist. In another moment, he felt. he must die for lack of oxygen. Presently, at the very height of his desperation, Zach’s waving hand came in contact with a pane of glass. He tugged at its bottom, he pushed at its top, but this was the midnight of Zach's iscontent and nothing went right at fateful hour. Zach tapped and jerked and prodded, to no Finally, finding a chair, poor ch gripped its back firmly and_ sent it at the obstinate glass. A loud crash, a subsequent tinkle, then the silence of victory Je more sweet by its long deferment. “Darn these hotel windows, anywa Zach, mightily relieved. For several moments before returning to his bed, he stood in front of the scene of his struggles, filling his starved Iu with the cool and fragrant night air, rejoicing in his regained freedom. The mirror that Zach smashed cost him a cool fifty bucks. But he more than made that up from the sale of a book on autosuggestion. success. growled