Judge — March 27, 1926 — page 32: what you’re looking at

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comes again,” she muttered to her- self, as she grasped the fire-iron. Suddenly there came a patter of feet from behind the curtain and a few seconds later a sharp click. The poker dropped from her nerveless hand. “It has come at last,” she cried, and her screams rent the night air. Then came a loud banging of doors, her husband rushed into the room and went to her aid. “Oh, John, dear,” she sobbed, as she flung herself into his arms, “I’m sure there’s a mouse in the trap.” —Passing Show sae “Does my practicing make you nervous?” asked the man who was learning to play a saxophone. “It did when I first heard the neighbors discussing it,” replied the man next door, “but I’m getting so now that I don’t care what happens to you.” —Tit-Bits A Social Error Bt yesterday upon the street— I state this for a fact— A friend of mine I chanced to meet, Whose eye was newly blacked. I was polite at first, and spoke Of other matters minor, And then I asked, “Who was the bloke Who handed you that shiner?” “T cannot tell.” He shook his head “And yet I will confess T'd like to meet the man who said FORCE OF HABIT A woman’s ‘No’ means ‘Yes.’ ” Retired Plumber—Well, stand by, Emma, while I go back for me D —Dalnar Devening in tools! —Humorist American Legion Weekly The Visitation T= house was very quiet. To the pale-faced girl anxiously awaiting, in the sitting-room, the return of her protector, it seemed unnaturally 80, He had warned her not to venture into the dark passages, in case that awful visitation occurred again. He had closed the windows, bolted the doors and set the alarms, but still she had that eerie feeling that beady eyes were watching her from the dark recesses of the room. She was certain that there was something moving behind the curtain hanging across the French window. Oh, why had he not looked behind it before he had gone out. She glanced fearfully around and . . . her gaze fell upon the poker lying in “T hear you made a bet that if you proposed to me I’d accept.” the grate. “Yes; will you marry me, dear?” “At least I shall be prepared if it “How much did you bet?” —London Mail ——= comicbooks.com