Judge — August 25, 1923 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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Making third base on a foul rst, of course, there’s the potato ace, Mrs. Lena Hockfleisch, vet- ran chaperon, lines up the starters. . They're off! . . . That familiar race- track term may sound out of place but it isn’t; some of the contestants are as heavy as horses if not ast. We'd like to you the details of the race, but we can’t. We aren't watching. It seems that Rachel Donigan is the victor. Mrs. Hockfleisch is presenting her with the medal or blue ribbon or loving cup or w ver you get for win- ning a potato race. Mrs. Hockfleisch, in making the award, says something about what a fine wholesome thing out- door sport is. Its something that “no girl aspiring to vigorous) woman- hood can afford to overloo! The girls plaud. And rightly so. don’t care what anybody. says—there’s nothing like the great outdoors. Some of the most interesting things in the world have happened out doors. Let the apostles of fresh air continue their campaign! Let the good work go on! Look at Mrs. Hockfleisch, And listen Mrs. Hockfleisch demands the home plate. THE CAMPFIRE GIRLS’ ATHLETIC CARNIVAL by Edward Anthony Sketches by Weed too. When she was a child, it scems, she was pale and sickly. Her parents, firm believers in the country life, turned her loose in the clover fields of Connecticut. Look at her to- day. Is she, like so many of the women one sees, wan and anaemic-looking! No! She weighs 342 pounds, N xT there’s the rope- AN skipping contest. Katie Kaloopus is leading with a count of eighty-six. Katie, who's been counting too, insists that the judges have made a mistake and that the total is really eighty- nine. And, for all we know, she may be right. It’s pos- sible that the judge thought a little skipping—for counting is a tedious business, you know—would be appropriate in a skipping contest. Katie registers a vigorous complaint. It doesn’t do much good. Then she tries pouting. That doesn’t help either And, any- how, what difference does it make what her total is? Ethel Ettelheimer has just passed the one hundred mark and is still going strong. The girls from the State Street High School begin whooping it up: We're the girls from State Street High! And our motto’s ! Ethel! Ethel! Rah! ri This is the first indication that Mrs Hockfleisch’s — char; have a definite clannishness; it gives the carnival an in- terscholas javor that we li As Mrs, Hockfleisch herself says, “Friendly rivalry is a wholesome thing; for the com- petitive spirit brings out the best that is in one.” We subscribe whole-heartedly to that, although we think that “friendly” is a needless qualification. Rivalry, when it’s too friendly, becomes mawkish; we'd like to see at least. one’ good hair- pulling match. Katie looks a bit disconsolate as Ethel runs her total up to 120 and keeps right on. Katie iad anything against Ethel, you undei tatand: ‘ut if Ethel will kindly stub her toe or stumble on that rock that she is so studiously avoiding, Katie will be much obliged. Katie doesn’t wish her any hard luck or anything like that, but—oh, well, you know how it is. The girl does her best to keep 16 cheerful by thinking, as she we tireless Ethel, the equivalent o enough rope and she'll trip herse of the most comforting things about be- lieving in the efficacy of prayer—and evi- dently Katie does—is that: when some- one for whose undoing you have wished breaks a leg or is hit by a meteor you can’t help feeling that you deserve the Winning the rope-skipping contest. credit. Or, at Teast, part of it; for admittedly the fates deserve some credit for timely co-operation. Ethel, just at the moment when Katie is praying hardest, misses, and Katie begins to believe that her message has been answered; and later, when she smashes Ethel’s record run of and her friends break out wildly with: Who's a darling through and through? Katie! Katie! That is who! Who just made the record skid? Katie! Katie! Katie did!— she is sure of it. We'd like to record a victory for Ethel, for we like her; (Continued on page 31) comicbooks.com B