Judge — September 22, 1923 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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Stratton-Porter's males are all of this dark hue, let us hasten to add that Jason, supposed son of a washerwoman (who, in turn, wasn’t a washerwoman, but the aforesaid mistress who turned milliner), was a good boy en if he was Moreland’s offspring by a previous affair. As a high school freshman, he beaned Moreland, junior, with a brick when Junior tried to kiss Mahala Spellman, the lovely heroine, and then almost croaked Moreland, senior, with a stool when senior came to thrash him. This is the way he nar- rated events next- morning to Peter Potter, the grocer, the only man in Ash- water who had sense enough to bank in the next town: “Peter,” he said, “I'm in trouble this morn- ing. If you keep your eyes on Hill street, you'll notice that both the banker and_ his precious son are wearing bandaged heads. And, between us, I am proud to admit that the : i nce to the of my of the son, ¢ of brick, in that of the father with |. There wouldn't be the slightest school this morning, Peter. 1 am staving off There isn’t room in the any longer for the son of the Ashwater banker and the son of the Ash- water washerwoman.” We adore use in my going xpelled be Vd be that act this language. The fact that it could ne bly hav spoken by a fi rar-old boy, even the alleged son of a washerwoman, but endears it to us the more. Of its kind, the speech is perfect. The last sentence, in parti is a gem of the first water. The old Third avenue gallery would have rocked with applause, although we fancy the actor playing Jason would need to be quite sober to manage an effective climax on the words “Ashwater washerwoman.” They have a soap-sudsy and _ slippery similarity. What the vile Morelands did to the FOR AN AMERICAN “But you are an American?” “No, sir. To be American it remains for me to grow two years. But now I am only an Italian.” “An’ just as th’ kid feinted th’ champeen ups an’ lams him a couple.” “The horrid brute! fair Mahala, and how dreadful retribu- tion overtook them in the end, as of course it should have, and how at last Jason and she were united by a bolt of lightning which mercifully removed a wife Jason had carclessly acquired, you must read the book to find out. Our own poor methods of expression are quite inadequate to recount the » But we must tell you, in parting, that the school-teacher’s name was Mehitable “Now, are you an Ameri- can?” “Not yet. Ina week’s time I shall be; but now I am a Spaniard.” a To strike a guy what's fainted!” Asheroft. Mrs. Stratton-Porter, always felicitous in nomenclature, there excelled her own high level. The name has just that ced perfection of the unreal and the stereotyped which makes it a work of art. We are sure no other living writer could have invented it. st The child's vowels are A, E, T, O and U, and sometimes Wand Why. “What luck! We were walking all day and at last we found a native!” comicbooks.com