Judge, 1923-06-30 · page 16 of 37
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He—Have you read Payne’s Autobiography? “Why, I believe not! The Dress She Wore by Edythe M. Chamberlain “Tox int’s the evening of the dance,” 1 John to Anne at dinner; “T hope you'll wear the rose pink gown— In that, dear, you're a winner.” n't be absurd!” his wife replied, ve worn that twice before— I'd be ashamed to it seen Again on any floor.” said John, “then wear the Brown, “Well, how asked, “That’s smart and youthful, too; You cannot say that it’s passé It’s really almost new.” about the green?” he “y ake laugh,” a perfect frigh h woman there would outshine me— 'd be a wretched sight.” “My word! John. “A party bores me pink.” » my dear; we said we'd go. What would our friends all think!” Let’s cut the dance,” said “Then what in thunder will you De, September Morn in “Of course not, Johr sweetly cooed, “TI bought a gown to-day.” Who wrote it? “What is the difference between the v divorce laws and the New “I'm sure I don’t know; I'm not married.” tae How is it you never hear of a woman who stutters? Al Fresco by Eric Moore SEATED in her arbor, Betty pouring tea, Makes the leafy harbor Paradise for me. Just to be beside her Brims my cup with bliss— Hang that cheeky spider Spoiling sport like this! Betty is a beauty. Pink and white and blond; Human tutti-frutti, Sweet all sweets beyond. Magic in the glancing Of her lovely e3 Alchemy entrancing— Darn these blooming flies! What could be as pleasant Of an afternoon As this perfect present?— Well, pert Nothing more enthralling I would ever beg— Darn that beetle crawling Up my trouser leg! eee Right in It Ted—Tom and his wife are living in one of those tent colonies? Do they like it? Ned—When it rains he says they get along swimmingly. Wite of his bosom (learning to drive)—It's all right, dear. It was my fault!