Judge — June 6, 1925 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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} For Shaving Without Brush or Lather Apply with the Fingers Like a Fragrant Cold Cream Generous Trial Tube Free The Nut’s Soliloquy by Nate Collier HE moonlight trickles through the trees, The sausage lilts its lay, Where Bouncing Bertha bagged the bees Upon her wedding day. The waves dash high, the timbers creak, She drowns her carking care; Her nose is red, her chin is weak, With mothballs in her hair. She sits alone from dawn till dark; Her sins she can’t atone: She borrows money from a shark— That's how she gets a loan. 2— very Apr ¢ OW. AZ ------ ® There are no stars, there is no sky, The shoetree blooms no more; He took his hounds and trailed a fly, Across the bedroom floor. Water HERE comes a time in every man’s garden when it slumps into the doldrums, and he has to do something about it. The beans are dusty, the tomatoes have cut-worms, and the lawn is suffering from a general run- down and grippy condition. I d cided the whole thing necded irriga- tion, and so I bought a hose. “It doesn’t seem such a long hose, now we've got it unrolled,” I com- mented to Angela. ‘When I bought it at the store, I thought it could go around the house twice and still leave enough over to make a new pair of tires for Junior's bicycle.” “If you attach it to the spigot under the kitchen sink, it will barely All gowned in gold and olive pits, A sandwich on her brow; Within the sewing-room she sits And milks a maltese cow, And there upon the cold, cold ground The jester lay asleep: He climbed the ladder round by round, The while he counted sheep. wn mp 9 Sheeses a They leaped across the ice-clad crags Among the ancient tombs, And plucked with glee two burlap bags Clear full of apple blooms. (<7) oe ws Foca none Fismes eto) Beside the brook where poor fish dart Among the sandy dunes, He held her to his beating heart— She'd eaten all the prunes. reach the dahlia bed,” objected Angela, “and the sweet peas are out of the question.” “Time, my dear, time,” I said. “Next spring I shall simply chalk a circle around the house, with the hose as the radius, and then plant my garden within watering distance. The hardy perennials can take the outmost posts.” “Maybe,” said Angela doubtfully. “Anyway, you'd better hurry.” The business of screwing the end of the hose on to the faucet took time, especially as they both turned the same way. We got it to stick at last with some elastic bands and adhesive tape, and then I took aim and called to Angela to turn the comicbooks.com