Judge — April 26, 1924 — page 30: what you’re looking at

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Engraver’s Original Proofs “The Gift of Gifts” Drawn by Angus MacDonalt ANOTHER very human home study by one of JUDGE’s most popular artists. T' for this particular that the supply proofs will soon be subject indicate of five hundred sold. The small illustration above gives | only an idea of the picture itself. The actual drawing is reproduced from the engraver's original plates on Heavy Art Mat, 15% x 1114 inches in size. All the details of the original drawing are preserved in all their fineness. A handsome and fitting decoration for any room in the home. Price Fifty Cents “Land Ho!” Drawn by Angus MacDonall THis sentimental subject was greeted with universal acclaim by those about to be married, by those already married and by those who | ever hope to be married. The artist has given this age-old longing exceptional and unique ex- pression in the drawing shown in miniature above. Our reprint is from the engraver's original plates on Heavy Art Mat, 15!4 x 1114 inches. Price Fifty Cents All proofs will be carefully packed and mailed postpaid immediately on receipt of your order and remittance addressed to Judge Art Print Department 627 West 43d Street New York City e advance orders | feel like a little grub. Tue Oxvp Forks at Home CENE: The dining-room of the Old Homestead. The college youth, who is terribly in his sophomore year, has re- turned to the family hearth for the first time in a@ year. Mother (taking his plate)—Of course, you'll have more. I guess I know boys! George, he'd like another big helping. Father (carving)—How about a drum- stick, young fellow? You can take it right up in your fingers and chew on it. I know I always did at your age. Uncle (who will alw: be as young as the youngest of us)— , I bet this is lsome feed (which is his “conception of collegiate slang)! I bet you don’t have anything | this in your spreads at college! | Aunt—Oh, Neddikins wouldn’t *have spreads, would he? (If there is anything Neddikins hates, it is to be called Neddi- kins.) The professors might catch him! (Silence. Al the relatives sit |dotingly and watch the youth cat. | reddens. about He They velicve his embarrassment by discussing him, in the third person.) Unele—Would you believe it, last time I saw this youngster he was knee-high to a grasshopper. (Chuckles.) Aunt (kindly)—He still has his baby face. Father (passing cigars, and neglecting youth entirely, since he takes it for granted he doesn’t smoke. This is the most unkindest cut of all)—I’m going to buy him a razor on his next birthday! Uncle—I bet he uses yours on the sly, George. (Laughter.) And I suppose he fusses all the young ladies. (Turning to youth suddenly.) Who’s your best girl? (The youth chokes on a crust of bread.) Aunt (to make things easier)—Oh, he’s |a regular beau, all right, I guess! 28 The Professor—When I get close to nature it always makes me The Other—Same here—let’s go and have a bit at the village pub, (Silence again. nod their heads.) The relatives smile and Mother (mysteriously) Shall T tell him, papa? (Papa winks assent.) It's a secret; no, Neddikin (Youth winces.) First this little present Uncle Adolph brought you— (The present is a jackknife. The rela- tives all murmur appropriate enthusiasin, so the youth is saved the trouble.) Uncle (reminiscently)—I 4 to like to whittle when I y Mother (her eyes are gl we've invited one of the neighbor's little girls, S Simpkins—you remember Sally—she'll be over right after dinner. Father (proudly)—Sensible girl, Sally. None of this foolishness— Mother—And mother’s going to let you take her to the movies all alone this after- noon! Unele (little raseal)—And you ean sit together in the dark! (He is reproved by dark glances for having put such an idea in the boy's head.) Father (rising)—Sonny, we're all glad you with us. I think a little And to have toast— Mother (hurriedly, in a whisper)—No, papa, not wine! You might start a craving for alcohol! (Father pours out cider instead.) (The youth rises slowly. trembles slightly.) Youth—The old folks at home! God bless them and keep them—at home! (Ie hand His collapses.) Corey Forp. tae The Lady—Oh, constable, I feel so funny! The P.-c.—What’s the matter, madam? Have you vertigo? “Oh, yes, constable; about two miles!” —Answers, London. comicbooks.com