Judge — November 3, 1923 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Madge—Oh, yes! ma, as my records show, has greenbacks in a jar, and she would gladly lend you dough to buy a nifty car. “It is no use to argue now that you are 4 She—Don’t you think Alice makes up awfully well? He—Couldn’t say. Mabel—Is he in the football team? He’s some kind of a drawback! She never made up to me. 8 busted flat; you have a tall and gangling cow, and you could mortgage you could doubtless sell 3 eagerly you tried, and then how gayly you could roam around the countryside! You know we have the finest drays, the noblest boats there are; and there ar many ways to raise the money for 2 Oh, borrow coin from all your friends, steal chickens when you can; the man who every effort bends may have a fine sedan, Some small bootlegging on th: side would help you raise the price; and then in pomp and state you'd ride—is anything more nice?” The salesmen give us jolts and_ jars, they hand us sorrow’s cup; they will not let us look at cars, without their “follow up.” And salesmen tag me even now, and bore me with their spiels; they lecture when I milk the cow, and when I eat my meals. sae Doing His Part by Elisha Safford A Max accused, in legal parlance, of being particeps criminis in the ath of his mother-in-law, was being tried in a certain court upon the accusation in question. It seems that the old lady had fallen from the window of a lofty structure and since the accused was thi only one in the room with her at the time and they were known to have engaged in a dispute, suspicion naturally pointed in his direction. At the request of his lawyer he had gone into the witness stand to testify in his own behalf. ow, Mr. Smith,” said his lawyer tell the court just what took s nearly as you can remember it. Well, you see,” said the accused som what embarrassedly, “it happened. in this way. I went up to my mother-in- law’s room on the sixth floor of the hotel where she was staying to ask her for the loan of a little money.” “Yes,” said his counsel encouragingly, “goon. “And we got into an argument,” con- tinued the accused. es. “And while we were arguing mother tting on the sill of an open window and by and by she got nil and lost her balance and fell out.” » said the attorney. “And “Why, when I saw what had happened T rushed down to the floor below expect ing to intercept her.” “But she had already passed.” 2 Autumn Fancies by Lucia Trent Ww" though the burnished leaves must fall, Though skies are gray that once were blue, Though sad the low wind-voices call at sweep the empty forest through, What though no happy bird notes ring, And mist hangs heavy on the sea— I shall be happier than a king, If you're a little fond of me! the dot hea stu 0€¢ wit one suit mil the stul sou wro fr comicbooks.com