Judge — December 13, 1924 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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The chief trouble with the dry law seems to be that it’s all wet. Teadge will pay 85 for Gach one printed The Knight that Failed P22 and I have been looking for- ward to this night for months. Every evening as I ran up to the door of our ivy-covered cottage, she had cheerily said: “Just a few weeks more, and then...” Well, here we were at last at the foot of our figurative rainbow. Would it yield a pot of gold or dank despair and disappointment? ntly, Pearl led me to the very threshold and then gave me a reassuring pat and a whis- pered, “I know you can't fail.” Clenching my bridge work and as- suming a determined air, I non- chalantly sauntered in. My pulse beat must have been over two hun- dred, and I could feel my knees quivering. I knew my time had come to prove I was the Dominant Male. In a few seconds, I stood before him. With an air of reckless bravado I made my demands—did it imperiously and firmly. He gave me a withering look which I never shall forget and roared “No!” I think a furtive tear was coursing down my cheek as I came back to Pearl—a failure. “Go again, darling,” she encourag- ingly whispered, “you know what the Constitution of the United State: ys. Look him in the eve. Good luck.” Once again I faced his cold, scow- ling countenance. Malevolently, he regarded me and a second time roared, “No! Didn't I tell you once?” Dejectedly, I returned to Pearl, broken in spirit. I had met the enemy and I was his. I came, I saw and he conquered. “Well, dear?” she questioned, a hopeful gleam in her eyes. “Nothing doing, darling,” I whim- pered, “there isn’t a seat left in the orchestra.” Arthur L. Lippmann Don’t cross the bridge even when you come to it; you may find your- self in Brooklyn ‘Fudge will poy $5