Judge — July 7, 1923 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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HEN you're cooped up in an office all day you need a little fresh air,” said Mr. Blotz. 1 glad you're beginning to realize arlie,” said Mrs. Blotz. was thinking maybe we'd take a little camping trip over the week-end, dear. “Wonderful, Charlie!’ The children would love it!” was thinking we'd all hop in the car Saturday and drive up to one of those six-syllable lakes—like, for instance, Lake Minnewaukalooloo. They got a swell camp up there.” “Glorious, Charlie! Let's do it!” So they They were going to visit a able lake but a friend of Mrs. Blotz’s suggested an eight- syllable place— Lake Hockamoobu- lankomeemee. So they went there. “Th meaning, in addition to Mr. and Mrs. Blotz Eleanora Van Cartwright Blotz, Minerva (formerly Minnie) Blotz, Yoonne Rachel Blotz, Ira Lepworth Bl Edwin O. K. Blotz, Elton Winthrop Blotz. The Blotzes are nothing if not direct. Having decided to go, they went. There were preliminaries, of course, but they consisted of nothing more exciting than the following: “Don’t forget the citronella, honey.” (Mrs. Blotz.) “Put mustard onthe sandwiches, Mommer.” (Yoonne Rachel Blotz.) “Don’t put mustard on all of ’em; everybody don’t like mustard.” (Ira Lepworth Blotz.) “Don’t cut the bread so thick, popper; it ain’t genteel.” (Minerva—formerly Minnie—Blotz.) “Don’t forget the paper napkins.” (Edwin O. K. Blotz.) And more of the same. Including a Yelling for Jenny! THE FAMILY CAMPS OUT by Edward Anthony suggestion that, in addition to citronella, mosquito netting be brought, though just how mosquito netting can be used to advantage in a tent—for you live in tents at Lake Hockamoobulankomeemee —is hard to say. And including advice (the contribution of one of the girls) to the effect that it would be a good idea to bring the traveling phonograph, for Is it raining? 18 Sketches by Weed you never know when you're going to meet some nice boys and it would be so lovely—so wise, in fact—to dance with vem. For so many romances get started when you're dancing, ete., ete. (Not that the girls are looking for romance, you understand, but they're human and if some nice young men should come along—well, you know how it is.) Bulletin: (1) The Blotzes arrive at Lake Hoc amoobulankomeemee. They are signed to Tents K, Land M as Mr. Blotz. surveying the beauty and wonder around him and taking “ep breath, observes, “When you're cooped up in an office all day you need a little fresh air.” (Mrs. Blotz, forgetting that she has heard him say this before, calls him a poet and expresses regret over the fact that so lyric a soul has to spend eight hours a day in the office of the Bazoopus Suspender Co.) (2) The Blotzes foregather in Tent K—the parking place of Mr.and Mrs. B.— for “a bite,” or “a snack,” as some of the children call it. (3) The children remark, in chorus, that if the sandwiches had been wrapped in waxed paper they wouldn't be so dry. (4) Mr. and Mrs. Blotz reply that that’s but we to make the best of everything, childre (5) The children reply that they’re doing that very thing, as proven by the fact that the three boys are going to do their best to be comfortable in one tent, and ditto the three girls in another tent. (6) “That's right, children; let’s not be extravagant.” (Mr. and Mrs. Blotz.) (7) The sunset. Evoking: “It’s like a big wonderful orange on fire.” (Mrs. Blotz.) “Makes you realize what you're comicbooks.com