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ART PRINTS | from J UDGE i A “LAND HO!” By Ancus MacDonatv The Island of Dreams, the vision of the future, ‘all the sentiment of love's young dream, has been captured and portrayed in this remarkable picture. fs “from the original engravings, printed on Heavy Art Mat, size 15% x 114 inches. Prints will be carefully packed and sent postpaid upon receipt of 50 Cents each “THE GIFT OF GIFTS” By Ancus MacDonatt The dim light, the log fire, the Christmas spirit and contemplation: are all charmingly portrayed in this delightful drawing which is dedicated to lovers. Our prints from the engraver's original engravings on Heavy Art Mat, size 1534 x TI3Z_ inches, will Be carefully packed ‘and sent postpaid to any address upon receipt of 50 Cents each “THE SPANISH BARK’”’ By J. D. Gteason A fine reproduction in brilliant coloring, that will appeal to all who loye the sea. Prints are 714 x 9 inches. Carefully packed and sent postpaid. 50 Cents each Other Art Prints “THE CURSE OF DRINK” “SATURDAY NIGHT” . . “BE YOURSELF” . . “THE BUSYBODY” . . JUDGE ART PRINT DEPARTMENT 627 West 43d Street New York 25 Cents 50 G. Customer (kept waiting while young man has long chat with wait- ress)—I say, young feller, introduce me to your lady friend. Five o’clock came and Mr. Flubb and Tobias stood together at the station, waiting for the train back to the city. Its distant whistle reached them and Mr. Flubb gripped the young man’s hand. “So glad to have had you up here with us!” he shouted. “I know that the fresh air and sunshine and free-. dom from work has done you a lot of good. There’s nothing like get- ting away from business for a few days now and then to help a fellow. Just get up in the country for a couple of days and forget shop en- tirely.” The train drew up and stopped. Tobias stepped on the porter’s foot- stool. Mr. Flubb still gripped his hand. ‘Tobias smiled rather wanly. The train started to move. “We'll expect you again next Saturday,” shouted Mr. Flubb. “Do you a world of good to get away from work for a couple of days in the country and forget—” But the train passed out of sight around a curve, as Tobias fell into his seat and dropped off to sleep in an instant. * + * & * The following Saturday morning the buzzer next to Tobias’ desk buzzed again. But Tobias was not there. Mr. Flubb came into the outer office and demanded if anyone had seen his assistant. “He hasn’t been in this morning,” said the telephone operator. “But he left a note for you.” Mr. Flubb took the note and re- tired to his office. First, however, he telephoned two reservations in the club car of the one fifteen. Then —London Opinion he carefully polished his glasses and read: “Dear Mr. Flubb: I won’t be in to the office to-day or to-morrow, though I do know you're not in favor of my working Sundays. I'm going to spend to-day and to- morrow over at the factory. They’re short on help and I’m going to assist them in loading the cars for that Evansville shipment. “I certainly appreciate your invi- tation to come up to the country for the week-end and forget business for a while on the golf links and at the yacht club, but I really have to decline. You see, I’m badly in need of a good rest, so I thought it would be better for me to load box cars at the factory until Monday morning.—Yours, Tobias.” of “Miss Rogers,” shouted Mr. Flubb, “call up the New York Central, suburban division, and cancel our reservations on the club car on the one-fifteen. Also phone Mrs. Flubb that I won’t be home this week-end. And tell her that if she wants me I'll be over at the factory.” . aad Teacher—How many makea dozen ? Class—Twelve. “How many make a million?” “Very few.” —Answers Catal Girl (taking singing lessons)—Do you think I might use my voice in public now? - Disheartened Musician—Oh, I sup- pose so. You might cheer when the King goes by! —Tit-Bits comicbooks.com