Judge — January 12, 1924 — page 25: what you’re looking at

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| and then with pictures that renew your | faith in them. In this story by George Barr McCutcheon, where fantastic principality and a strange island pop up where you least expect to find them, there is much dramatic action and one of the scenes we have seen in months. we wonder where these prin- cipalities hid to escape the ravages of Bertha and Long Tom during the recent political discussion between William zollern and the rest of mankind? -Cutcheon doesn’t seem to think it sary to inform us. So, we too will let it. pass. Alice Calhoun is a princess in a million. J. Warren Kerrigan performs the im- possible passably and the story, though preposterous, holds your interest with un- flagging energy. We might say a kind word of Kathleen Key but that you prob- ably like her as well as we do. The Man from Brodneys” will give you an hour and a half well spent away from your domestic problems and, if you take it seriously, cause you to be grateful you don’t earn your income fighting governments for the possession of the young lady you seem to feel you can’t live without. Fae (Yor once Pignochet allowed himself a flutter on the race course. He found a bookmaker who took his bet. What luck! The horse he backed | was an outsider which won at great odds. More luck! The bookmaker had not bolted, but was still at his stand. He bank notes. “What's the matter?” he asked when he saw his client examine them with care. “Do you think they are bad ones?” “They are excellent,” replied Pig- nochet, “but the one I gave to you wasn’t and I wanted to be sure you haven't passed it back on to me.”—Sans Gene (Paris). etd Fae N HER own crisp dialect the Lancashire housemaid explained to her sympa- thizing neighbor what happened’ when the canvasser called. “First ’e knocked at t’ door,” she said. “Then ’e talked an’ talked until I was tempted—” “Dear me,” interposed the other, “an ye fell for him! “Sweet mercy, nay!” an sd the other, shaking her fist. vas "e that fell. I’it’im.”"—London Tit-Bits. sae Tom’s wife was commenting upon a love passage in the novel she was reading. “Were you embarrassed when proposed to me, dear?” she inquired, “Yes, darling,” replied her husband, “I owed over £300!"—Weekly Telegraph (London). you cd “What do you ta your insomnia?” “A glass of cognac at regular intervals.” “Does that make you sleep?” “No, but it makes me satisfied to stay awake.”"—Strix (Stockholm). xe as a remedy for “Since the governor got his VAN HEUSEN collars,” the valet complained, “he gave me all his soft and stiff ones, and I don’t know what to do with them —for I wear the VAN HEUSEN too!” VAN HEUSEN counted out to Pignochet a bunch of | | PHILLIPS-JONES CORPORATION Q 1225 BROADWAY, NEW YORK “What do you do wh you of her first husban “Envy —him!”—Karil tiania). as going from one man to another with a sheet of paper in his hand. When he came to Sandy M’kie he said: “Sandy, this is a subscription to get a wreath for Jock Stuart, who died last week, and all your mates have given a shilling toward it.” “Och, mon,” replied Sandy. “That'll make me an’ Jock square noo. He owed me a bob, onyway.’— Reynold’s News- paper (London). your wife tells The foreman w turen (Chris- Rey “Why won't you marry me?” “T don’t like your prominent teeth!” “That's all right. In private I remove them.’’—Buen Humor (Madrid). Governess—How old is a person who was born in 1894? The Modern Child—Man or woman?—London Opinion. 23