Judge — January 12, 1924 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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BEDTIME. STORIES FOR GROWN UPS The Bedtime Story of the High Brows— Who Weren't So Very jo “MOo.tey’s,” eating place of the younger intelligensia, habitu- ally came H little “vignet ctor and Imogene. Hector was writing pungent s of life” for the ‘Parallelogram Players,” which didn’t pay many dinner checks but which served to keep him out of the open air, And he looked just like the kind of a fellow that would do those kind of things. But Hector had a secret vi the movies and the more they had of th emibyo obviou characte that he deprecated in his patronizing criticism at * ” the better he liked them. is ons about the movies that he became acquainted with Imogene. She scorned them with a fierce and devastating sarcasm; to her they were almost beneath contempt, beneath notice. Imogene and Horace became fast friends but the soul of Horace m with remors in hiding his vulgar attachment. for the movie He timidly tried to put in a good word now and then for the “moron’s dish,” but was borne under by numbers, in the front rank of which was Imogene. The movies got an awful deal at “Molley’: Absent-minded Pullman rider— Herman, dear, did you put the cat out? sh ZN A COLDNEss came between them and she would sit over in the . corner all alone with her Atlantic Monthly, while he would sit on the T Should Worry other side of the room trying to summon courage to go ‘ all and beg her forgiveness. For he had become greatly her and missed her; she was usually such a good listener and let him build himself up. Finally he cued himself to the point, and sauntered over to her. She closed her Atlantic Monthly and looked at him questioningly. ‘ov give one such a snappy air, | ¥ Of course, you make the neighbors you get pop awfully mad, poor mamma ver; I Pl love you rain or shi With a nonchalance that he did not feel, he greeted her and sat down T'll always try to keep you mine, beside her. Came then the harassed waiter bearing aloft a heavily You give one such a thrilling laden tray and brushed Imogene’s Atlantic Monthly onto the floor. You naughty little swagger-st Hector stooped to picked it up. The Atlantic Monthly cover had —L.T. slipped off. It was Movey News, the movey fan’s delight. Morat: A full dress-coat may hide a heart of gold. anal —H. C. Moffet A woman jumped from the tenth story of a New York hotel when presented with a bill. They usually hit the ceiling. sae Premature H, BIRDIE, chirp upon the twig, Oh, bud, spring on the bough, Oh, handsome bull, arise and sing A love song to the cow, Oh, cat, join in the choral gay, Meow, meow, meow! For spring has come, yes, spring has come, The iris is on deck, And young men’s fancies turn to rhyme Bucolics by the peck, Sez farmer Smith to farmer Jones, “Why, spring has come, by heck!” Oh, summer sun, come up and cheer The balmy springtime air, Oh, iceman, raise the price of ice So that the public s Oh, curse the summe' = = In winter underw The spiritualist medium makes practical use of her spirit guide. —Leonard Bronner, Jr. 2 comicbooks.com