Judge — July 19, 1924 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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ip- the the ip- rm- did im sed me ow in iful ole me re re). doa That sounded better, so she snuggled close and his head was in a whirl. “By the way, what is your name?” he asked. “Margareta de la Fontaineblau,” she | said. “No, not your stage name, your real name,” he urged. me “Dolores Quinn,” sl “That's strange,” he wife’s name was Quinn when she worke in the factory and she had a sister whose “Don't you trust name was Dolores.” “My God!” Dolores ejaculated, and an | excited ten minutes of questions and answers followed. “Take me to Mary,” she cried, “take me to my little sister. [am sick of all this.” John assented, tears in his eyes! He, too, had come to his senses. “What a glorious reunion it will be,” he said to the softly weeping Dolores. ou must live with us and forg t about the naughty stage.” “Twill.” she pledged herself. They drove up before his home. “Wait here in the hall,” he whispered. | “Tam going to bring Mary down and surprise her.” He rushed up the stairs and shouted: “Mary—Mary.” y answer. The bedroom was dark. She must be asleep. He turned on the light—no Mary! But to his bed he found pinned this note: Joun pear “T could stand it no longer. The Boosters’ Magazine has shown you one way—the Sunday papers have shown me the other. If the ice don't come to-morrow you'll know with whom I’ve fled.” John looked at Dolores. lox at John. “T've lost’ Mary ained Dolor John,” she nodded. She took off her squirrel coat—lighted a cigarette and headed for the sideboard. Ericu Branpets. Dolores he whispered, “but Due to Prohibition A Russian named Nikolay Nisky, Whose dancing was nimble and frisky, Now gets all his kick From candy—for Nik Drinks nothing but Butter-Scoteh whiskey. The Crapehanger High—Cheer up. Things are not as bad as they seem. Low—No, but they seem so. Too Much Work Fether—Our grandmothers never used rouge! They got their red cheeks. by going to bed early and taking plenty of good exercise. Daughter—Gee! They must have been vain to have gone to all that trouble. “What a whale of a difference just a few cents make —all the difference between just an ordinary cigarette and—FATIMA, the most skillful blend in cigarette history. 7 Rattlesnake Flat Notes HE annual mecting of the Rattlesnake Flats Chapter of the Sons of the We was held last night. The usual business: was transacted, every member announe- ing himself a candidate for sheriff. Inkspot Weeds says he ain't going to write no more editorials telling Mr. Coolidge what to do in the Weekly Rattle as the President must be too busy to read the Rattle because he ain't done a thing yet that Inkspot has told him to do. The telephone down at the livery stable has been taken out because Old Bill, the horse that used to pull the fire engine, busted out of his stall and ran down to S. Simonolensky’s second-hand furniture store from force of habit every time any- body rang the livery stable. “Uncle ‘Tom's Cabin” was unable to. show here last night entire because Aunt Sarah Smeek’s maltese tomcat chased the three bloodhounds out into the desert soon after the troupe arrived and kept them out there until time for the milk wagon carly this morning. The three half-breed cattle rustlers that was caught down in Centipede Draw last night was brought into town in a wagon this morning. After vizwing the bodies dhe: the evidence, the jury returned a verdict of death from natural causes. coron® In the Course of Events f you refuse me,” he swore, “I shall die. She refused him. Sixty yeurs later he died Heard on a Flivver 30 x 3) re—I'm bigger than vou are 30 23 Tire—Oh, go sit on a tack, then you won't be.