Judge — October 25, 1924 — page 20: what you’re looking at

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HE FINALLY GOT HIS WINGS CLIPPED by Don Herold He took her in his arms, His lips were on her soft bright hair. HIs was the way that Paul Jasper Hutchinson, poet, traveledaround. Turn to almost any page in “Wings,” by Ethel M. Kelley (Knopf), and Paul is taking somebody in his arms and placing his lips on her soft bright hair. It is a pop-eyed, nutty book if I ever read one, and when I got through with it I hoped I would never hear of love again as long as I live, and had the desire to read some- thing like, “How to Write Better Business Letters” or a treatise on railroad bridges. Lord, love isn’t all. “Tam showing you as carefully and as tenderly as I can the beauty and significance of this thing that men call love,” he said to the last girl in the book. Well, there is some sense in the book, for this girl’s dad caught them in the front hall one night and gave Jasper three minutes to say what he was going to do. He had to marry the girl, which of course, if it did not injure him permanently, at least clipped his wings to the quick. Paul Jasper Hutchinson could find pretty excuses and lovely words for anything that he wanted todo. Our i ies and tea rooms and book- s are turning out a lot of this sort of ability these days. On the busses that ply between Columbia Univer- sity and Greenwich Village, the two hotbeds of sophomoronism in New York, one can hear young folks chattering the kind of stuff with which “Wings” is filled. The new psychologists teach pretty excuses and lovely words. The big idea now seems to be grace in whatever you do—whatever you do. Wouldn’t an increase in old-fash- ioned honest clumsiness be a good thing, after all? Isn't there an (Continued on page 26) Tragedy I felt the beating of her heart, So close was hers to mine We could not wrench ourse Her presence was like wine. apart; But still, the girl I couldn’t win, So near, and yet so far— For tha y with strangers in A crowded trolley car. A Modern Tale The Earl’s daughter married a union bricklayer of New York, and thus the handsome, but highly mortgaged, English estates were saved! sas Biggs—Why do they call doctors quacks? Boggs—Because of their large bills. Powerful! North—Did Henry leave an attrac- tive widow: West—Yes; he had $50,000 life insurance. sas First Lawyer—I'm happy to-day. I won my case—freed a chap up for murder! Second Lawyer—Good work! “Tl say it was, because the fellow was absolutely guilty!” tae Every man has a key to happiness —be sure and pick out the right lock! Puysica, Cutture Cup—Give us this day our daily dozen. comicbooks.com