Judge — September 4, 1926 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Long May They Wave H ESAT on the steps of the Eureka Garage in alittle town nestling ‘neath the Adirondacks. Tears fell from his eyes and splashed intoa little pool on the pavement. Here was a real sorrow, a grief more poignant than words. “My dear fellow tourist.” T said with my characteristic joviality, “dry those tears. Is not yon sun le birdies an darken t pattern on such a day?” shining? Do not the k me, all gon he moaned. “For seven wee tenderly. pa- tiently, with the inspired zeal of the true collector, we have gathered them. Last night when T put- my car in the garage, they were all there, fluttering beautifully and_ majestic- ally in the breeze. This morning— gone forever.” “What's gone forever?” I rever- ently questioned, for I was in the presence of a great sorrow. “Pennants,” he wailed, “all of our itiful pennants. My shimmering ura Falls,’ my striped ‘Catskill Mountains,’ the brilliant ‘Del: Water Gap,’ and all the rest. I still see them waving from the rear an of the flivver as the gentle sun kissed them and the little breezes played with them. Our trip has been in JUDGE = DAUGHTERS OF \ NEPTUNE Two ladies were at the beach, which we will call Coney Island for the time being, though that is not its right name. Said one to the other, “Is your hus- band particular about what he eats?” “Oh, yes, indeed,” said the other, who up to that time had not spoken and was noted for her culinary talents. “He is a full-fledged epitaph!” No doubt she meant something entirely different. vain—not a pennant left to take home.” A’ fresh outburst of tears dripped to the pavement. And then, suddenly, the light of a ame into his eyes, the nce of a soul that knows no defeat. “Twill re-trace!” he shouted. resoly g) rad “Twill resign my position. In an hour we'll start back over our route. Seven weeks, seven months—yes, urs will I travel y, my friend,” I re- even seven “Unne plied, opening my sample case. “I have for sale here an assortment of over 200 pennants. Take your pick at twenty cents each. is represented. [a ventor of the Garage idea. n the original in- ir-in- Your-Own- Attach ten or fifteen of my assorted pennants to your car some dark night in the seclusion of your own garage. Then, as dawn breaks over the hills, dri up the street, pennants waving in the proudly breeze and your face reflecting. the worldly wisdom of the seasoned traveler.” Hugh Wood Usual Costume Madelyn—Rosalyn has signed a contract for a vaudeville tour. Maralyn—What’s she putting on? “Nothing. It’s a dance act.” comicbooks.com