Judge — February 14, 1925 — page 21: what you’re looking at

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“Here's a yo! Ure got Licerpoot Four Letter Word Meaning “Cute” Eye woman has the privilege of 4 ning dumb, but some women | abuse the privilege. Take Arabella, (Please T don’t want her.) Aral limited as that of a United Sta Senator. Her vocabulary, in consists of just. one word. That word is “cut Arabe! ja manages to get a good of mileage from her one-cylinder erything, to. Ara- from French pastry vin Coolidge. Now, personally, I have no objec- tion to the word “cute.” It's all right in its place. In fact, I know some very cute girls who use the word, But Arabella overdoes it When she says that Jackie Coogan is cute, I agree with her, but when she goes on to say that Rudolph Valen- tino, Mah Jongg, banana fritters, The Atlantic Monthly, the mad scene from “Lucia,” Spumoni, John Roach Straton, “Yes, We Have No Bana- nas.” poached eggs on toast, “Red” Grange, “What Price Glory?” Han- del’s “Messiah,” shrimp salad, “Bar- ney Google,” and the Yellowstone National Park are all cute, I register a protest. The other day Arabella and I drove out into the country. When we got to a nice quiet spot we parked the car and started walking. It was a glorious day. All nature seemed to be bubbling over. So was Arabella. and a bite Funnybones / \ The man who is always s hands generally has something up Jack an “Oh, isn’t this just too cute for thing! she gurgled — ecstatic- We paused on the brink of a nar- row gorge. Far down below we could see a tiny brook winding its rap- turous way between the high rocky walls. It wasa thrilling sight. Even Arabella kept silent for a moment. But only for a moment. “Don’t you think this gorge is per- fectly gorgeous?” she asked. It was too much. 1 advanced toward her with murder in’ m heart. But first I gave her one last chance, s that the only word that de- scribes it?” [ inquired, pleasant “Oh, not It’s cute, too,” murmured. she I thrust out my arm and pushed her gently but firmly off the brink of the chasm! Harold L. Saze Omar to His Infant A perambulator beneath the bough, A rattle-box, a flask of milk, and thou Beside me, howling in the wilderness; Ah, wilderness were hell enow! So young Jones has been sending you chocolates again? But surely you don't mind, hubby dear. Yes, I do—tell him I prefer caramels. comicbooks.com