Judge — October 27, 1923 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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Getting Married by Caryl Bane Wi: the first thing we discussed was whether [ was to use his name or my He said I could use his if 1 would promise that if I ever got a divorce it wouldn't be in’ Alexandria. This nearly broke up our . as T have a soft - heart for that Ise my great- uther went — to the same church there that George Washington did. Jack sulked. He sat there for a long time and I sat there for a long time. Finally he said he supposed it’ was all off. Then I relented, because I vould hate to think he would wo through life with nobody to care if he got his feet wet in the rain, or have to die all by himself. “Oh, will you give that idea up?” umping to his fe very impulsively, as [ said I would. own, Then the next question was in regards to breakfast. I told him I would prepare it and wash the dishes if he would wash the frying pan. At first he objected and sulked way down in his chair as is his cistom whenever he doesn’t have his own But if we both expect to leave for work together,” I said, “you will have We “There he goes, imitating Dempsey!” to help me get breakfast, because I couldn't always be the one to be late and you on time.” p saw the reasonableness of that, for he said, “All right.” Finally, I told him I couldn't love him all the time. “What?” he asked, as if he had been shot. “Well, there are so many things going Fair Go-getter—Harold, last night at midnight, when I looked in my mirror, guess whom I saw! You! Bashful Youth (overcome)—My goodness! my pyjamas! And I was just getting into iL on in the world that) couldn't keep) my mind on you all the time.” L said. “When General Joffre and those people come I'll have to have a little time off to wave a flag.” And then I ht want told him I to write a few plays or design a house. And he said if T did that he was afraid he might have canned fruit for breakfast. And so L call the plays off I want him to He is so thin. then after that was [finally got up the to tell him the tragic ant cook,” T said. “Can't cook!” he repeated with his face all twisted and his jaw fallen way down. “Well, with ‘keeping up with all the latest fads what chance ha we girls these days?” It all ended by his taking me in And all ove cour: truth, his arms very pulsively and) our getting married anyway. He said, “If L don't marry you I don’t know what will ever become im- I took my own name for two months. Then [decided that he had better attend to everything. tat The Conspirators by IL. P. Toler Yee Pet. your drive way ont of bounds And straightway lose the pill, You scarcely note the burnished gold And scarlet on the hill. The second hole you're well away, You watched the beggar land Some laughing Pan has seized your ball And dropped it in the sand! So, as you move from hole to h You little dream your swing Is wild because of elfin hands That grip your club and cling. The more you strive to settle down The more the divots fly, For Nature's minions spread her wares To make you lift your eye. The club is wrapped in bluish haze, One blazing maple tree Looms high beside the eighteenth hole That once you made in three. “Played six,” you're on the green at last Midst crimson leaves and yellow, One straightway lights upon your ball To hide the little fellow. The “nineteenth” hole is barely won, Your ginger ale (?) you're sipping, Some silly ass says, “Of the Game? But ain't the scenery ripping!” comicbooks.com