Judge — August 30, 1924 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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The Cozy Corner Our Own Column of Household Hints for Little Readers lor the past year I have been sav- ing all the wrapping twine that has come into the house. This spring, when the boys were lamenting their need of a new tennis net, I showed them the fine new net I had crocheted during the meetings of our reading club. The tape I had made of the waistbands of their father’s discarded pyjamas. The boys have great fun with their Dad, telling him he has got a new waistline on the tennis court. Pansy, Delaware. My dear little five-year old laddie has the unfortunate habit of walking in his sleep. As I am a heavy sleeper, this gave me some concern, until I conceived the idea of sprinkling tacks on the floor. Since then he has always waked me. Mamma, Utah. My husband’s bootlegger brings him the quaintest, pinched-in, little bottles, which he always gives me when empty. I had the idea of set- ing them in the ground upside down, like brick, and now we have a walk from the house to the garage. Charlie says he hopes to hold out long enough to give us a walk from the porch to the front gate. Maybelle, Virginia. Children’s impromptus are often ill-timed and annoying. By re- hearsing their little spontaneous out- bursts beforeharid and arranging a few simple signals, I can confidently ( \Hambones, reckon on my children’s ridding me No, Clara, if you have static on your of any tiresome guest within ten minutes. Evelyn, New York. CLARENCE: got my pail of sand! Boo-hoo! t won't do any good to call a statistician, fone fi “What would you do if you were in my shoes?” “Get a pair about four sizes smaller!” That man in that boat's True Enough! pms. since last I wrote you random rhymes, I've spent some time on various well-known beaches. And though the girls were indiscreet at times, ‘They sure were peaches. They thought Missouri was my home, I ween— For they most certainly did try and show me, Their costumes made me think of Gunga Din, Or else Salome. But though they certainly looked mighty fine, Not over naughty nor unduly good, Would I desert you for them, Phyllis mine? T'll say I would! H. Kay Lynn comicbooks.com