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HE’S MY PAL “SATURDAY NIGHT” By Kernan A new Boy and Dog picture, which will, we are sure, be enthusiastically received. Printed from the engraver's original plates on Heavy Art Mat, 834 x 1134 inches. Prints will be carefully packed and sent postpaid upon receipt of 50 Cents cach AHOY, SAILOR! “THE SPANISH BARK” By J. D. Gleason A fine reproduction in brilliant coloring, that will appeal to all who love the sea. Prints are 713 x9 inches. Prints will be sent carefully packed and postpaid upon receipt of 50 Cents each A LITTLE DEAR © “THE CURSE OF DRINK” By Maud Tousey Fangel ‘This popular reproduction in three colors should be framed and hung conspicuously over the table at which you mix your cocktails. Size 9x 12. inches Sent postpaid to any address for 25 cents. JUDGE ART PRINT DEPARTMENT 627 WEST 43d STREET NEW YORK a Employer (to applicant for job)—I'm sorry, but you're just a little too young. Bright Lad—Very good, sir. Shall I look in again in about a week's time? Gentlemen, Be Seated (Continued from page 19) are going to bend Doris one way and another—not, thank God, two dozen. Rifles are made to shoot straight by the rifling inside the barrel, which, as I understand it, imparts rotation to the projectile, or in other words, influences the bullet to go in so many different directions that it can go only the right direction. We are going to do all we can for Doris but we do have to hope hard that the world will help us out by rifling her so that she will turn out to be a straight shooter. It seems to me that Thomas R. Marshall had a political philosophy something of this sort. Unlike most other _ politi he had_ brains enough to realize that he alone could not aim the universe. He sensed that he alone could hold no key to the perfection of the marksmanship kind. Surrounded by storm- i enators, cach with a <d they were funny. ull telling the cockeyed country exactly what it needed, and he told them it needed a good five- cent cigar. It is true that this atti- tude does not exert much of a rifling influence on the bullet, but it is a relief to have a few people alive who see what is going on, even if they do not do a lot to help it go along. His life protest at too hot blooded individualism. It was an unim- passioned protest, a sweet and serene protest. It was a relief to us all. It suggests that it might be a relief if all of us declared an armistice on world aiming and just Jet the —Gaiety world go for a century or two to see where it would go. My reconsideration of Marshall is provoked, partly, by my chance hap- pening on the second chapter of his recollections in a Monday morning N. Y. Times. It is a column and a half of as meaty reading as I have found in the papers in moons—gentle, sagacious, lightweight stuff. If the remainder of his recollections are equal to the second chapter, I pre- dict the book (for it will no doubt become a book), will hit literary America amidships. Drawing a picture of his father as atypical carly Hoosier (after describ- ing the traveling library of English Classics which used to move from one township trustee to another in Indiana), he says: “T have heretofore referred to the fact that my father’s literary educa- tion was slight. Yet he availed him- self of this traveling library and read every great classic in the Englis language. A standing Democ ndidate, in an everlastingly Repub- an county, he was in large demand at political meetings. I have heard him begin in a halting manner and in thoroughly slipshod English. At the end of fifteen minutes he had either found himself or passed out of himself and into the realm of pure English, and for an hour he would speak as exact language as Addison ever wrote or Webster ever used.” To us who know Hoosiers or their kind, this portrait is both penetrating and pathetic—of a person who has to work up to a perspiration to reveal his inner graces. Has sallow, out app seem da to lack less, mu fo make | Becaus Americ pwill 1 more day di of the accept The can o} If’ No be, h open | matte » Vai skin’: Prai Susan + beaut; comicbooks.com