Judge — June 9, 1923 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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©cias79015 JUN ~7 I923 Dance Order for Marathon Maniacs by Cyril B. Till the Sands of the Desert Grow gan I—June 1 to July 6, Cold.” Ti—July 6 to Sept. “Darling, T am Growing Older.” T1—Sept. 5 to Oct. 15, “I Could Die wing.” 1V—Oct. 15, “Beyond the Gates of Paradise “Forever is é Long, Long Time.” rd “Whyte and Ghray seem to be very close friends.” “You're right! ey wouldn't lend one another even a nickel!” tts “Why do you call your dog ‘Three Spot?” “Just wanted something a trifle new. to Old Dog Tray.” T'll Send You Daisies by George Chapman I SEND you roses or orchids or lilies, Vi'lets or daisies or what you may choose, Just let me know, dear, and T'll see a florist, Say what you want—I'll comply with your views. Tlike to send you the best that the green- house Can boast of in flowers—what do you say? Shall it be roses or orchids or lilies, Vi'lets or daisies to make bouquet? your You do not know what you want? Well that’s lucky All of my fears now are greatly de- creased, I'll do the choosing—I hope you may like them, T'll send you daisies for they cost the least. He's the successor “S'manthy, ef divorces was one cent cheaper, there'd be no livin’ with ye!” 1 “Of Happiness” The Ninth Inning by R. A. Drysdale I" was the last half of the ninth inning. The bases were full. T'wo men were out. Of course the home team was one run behind and the count stood three balls and two strikes on the batter. Thousands of fans stood breathlessly waiting. Not a voice could be heard in the huge grandstand. Out on the field the coachers waved hysterical arms and shouted incoherent advice to unheeding base-runners. In- fielders gathered in the center of the diamond and offered quavering encouragement to the pitcher, who was nervously rubbing the ball in his glove. The umpire glanced at his indicator, dug his spikes into the soil and waited to judge the oncoming pitch, The hurler stepped to the mound. —Feverishly the batter smeared dirt on his hands, seized his bludgeon in a strangle grip and waited his fate. Not a spectator breathed. Slowly the pitcher tied himself into a com- bination accordeon knot and Chinese puzzle. Then he suddenly unwound and shot the ball like a meteor to the plate. The waiting batsman stepped forward to meet it. Then, out over the stands there came a roar that shattered the tomb-like silence and jarred the concrete stands to their very founda- tions. “Get your fresh, creamery buttered oe tae Sadie—Dolly must have been very seared. She was awfully pale when the big wave came in and drenched her. Sally—No wonder she was pale. water washed off all the paint. sae Maud—I no longer give my small boy ten cents every time I want anything done. Beatrir—No? “No; I find my husband is willing to do things for only five.” The comicbooks.com