Judge — May 26, 1923 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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“Cutting up.” Patience by Clarence Stone Pamesce is persistence that has grown old and lost its teeth. Patience, in others, is the quality that enables them to interpret all our ot tionable actions as the evidence of a remarkable mind which does everything for the best. Patience, in ourselves, is that quality which urges us to meet life’s dry little jokes lying down rather than standing up. Patience, which makes peo- ple easy to manage and harm- less when abus regarded by men of religion and men of ambition a: wonderful virtue—for othe It is one thing that wealthy men are | willing to let other peor possess in unlimited quanti- ties, without making any effort to get it away from them. Political persons, who make polities and the public are always discovering ne ways to say that the people must be patient. Husbands — | who have slow pocketbooks | and quick tempers, habit- | ually insist that their wives must be more patient. _Em- ployers who wouldn't know patience if they ran over it in broad daylight, regularly announce to employees that those who hope to get ahead must be patient. The restive are told to remember the tireless patience with which creative minds, artists and inventors, perfect their work: x the tireless impa- with which creati minds rebuild and improve JUDGE. WITH WHICH IS COMBINED LESLIE'S WEEKLY “Life, Liberty andthe pursuit of Happiness” Patience was discovered, widely ad- vertised and first sold to the public by the famous founder of the soft-pedal society. It is a form of safety first, and plain common sense: if you plan to pull the ears and noses of people, it is just as well first to train those people to believe that it is noble to say nothing and do noth- ing when being plucked. Patience, in fact, when you come to analyze it, is a paying proposition—for those who do not have it. The Brute Force of Habit Momllight, Soft’ music. Romance in the air. A garden settee backed by ros banks. On the settee sit two, a sweet young thing just home from school, and a bespectacled young gink who ix recreating himself after a particularly hard day of copy writing for a great advertising con- cern. ¥. T. (hopefully)—And what do you think, Mister Man, is the most wonderful thing in the world? B. ¥. G. (dogmatically) Leddy's Lumbago Liniment— OaSKCOvILLE_ their work—the patient per- fect nothing, because they object to nothing. “Miss Nancy, I hope you will stay until the end of the dance, so the other chauffeurs can’t say you aren’t popular.” 2 it knows no peer! cad The Gardener by John Hanlon IS GARDEN is a lovely H place, A temple to the rose And yet he does not speak as much Of roses as of hoes, The vivid dahlias, arching, droop Above rich heliotrope; The gardener mops his brow and bleats Of insectidal soap. Amid the blue forget-me-nots Sweet mignonette li But, blind to rue and mari- gold He dre Is an early frost. He finds no guerdon in his work, With discontenthesquirms. He cannot see how beauty burns, Obsessed with bugs and worms. Ry Bootlegging levels all ranks.