Judge — December 4, 1926 — page 24: what you’re looking at

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(The Luxury Cruise tothe cMediterranea PALESTINE—EGYPT By the famous “Rotterdam” / 6th Cruise | Leaving New York Feb. 3, 1927 Under the Holland-America Line's own management The “ROTTERDAM” 24,170 tons re } 37,190 tons } Has a world-wide reput: for the magnificenci comfort of her appointments, the surpassing excellence of her cuisine and the high standards of service and management on board. 70 Days of Delightful call), Caretu Stopover in Europe. Number of guests limited. Cost of Cruise, $930 up American Express Co. Agents | in charge of shore excursions 1 For choice selection of accommodations make RESER- } VATIONS NOW. Illustrated Folder J. E. on request to i HOLLAND - AMERICA LINE { a} } Storesapprovedas Reymer Agencies are supplied direct from Reymers’— ensuring freshness and careful hand- ling. Dealer in- quiries invited. Dorothy’s Christmas Present I ERED the drawing-room wear- ing a worried frown. “Clare,” I said, “what are we going to send to Dorothy this year?” Dorothy is Clare’ “What do you Clare. “T don’t suggest anythin; “[ hardly know her. what her tastes are.” “They’re very much the same as mine,” said Clare. I dismissed my worried frown. “That simplifies matters,” I said. “Yes,” said Clare. “All you have to do is to shut your eyes and pre- tend I’m Dorothy and ask me what I'd like.” I shut my eyes. “Dorothy,” I said, “what would you like for a Christmas present? In a humble way, of course,” I added hastily. “T’d love,” said Clare's voice, “a crepe de Chine scarf—like the ones in Merton’s window. They're quite cheap.” “You shall have it, Dorothy,” I said generously. I brought it home that night. sister. suggest?” said I said. I've no idea “Isn't it lovely?” said Clare ex- citedly. “I do like it.” u're speaking as Dorothy, I ” I said rather anxiously. “Of course,” said Clare. hope? “Have you sent Dorothy’s scarf to her yet?” I said, at the end of the week. “['m 90 sorry,” said Clare apolo- getically. “I'm afraid I got muddled between myself and Dorothy. You see, I'd chosen it as Dorothy and accepted it as Dorothy, and I’m afraid I’ve been wearing it as Doro- thy.” I sighed. “Well, it can’t be helped now,” I said. “We'd better begin all over again, hadn't we? id Clare hopefully. “Shut your eyes and I'll be Dorothy ag: I'd like,” she said without waiting to be asked, “a green lustre bowl, like the one Mrs. Jones has in her drawing-room.” T remembered the bowl quite well I wanted to get this Dorothy busi- ness over, so I bought the green bowl that afternoon. The next evening I was surprised to see it on a little oak table in our filled with chrysanthemums. “T say,” I said, staring at it in horror. “That's Dorothy's.” “I'm afraid it isn’t,” said Clare. “T'm afraid I got muddled up in my dual personality again. It was I who wanted that green bowl, not Dorothy. I realized it when you gave it me. I don’t think it would appeal to Dorothy at all.” “Cla I said sternly, “is there anything that Dorothy likes and you don’t?” drawing-room, yellow Clare pondered deep! “Yes,” she said at last, brightly, “I remember that Dorothy always liked chocolate ginger and I couldn’t bear it.” So that evening I brought back a highly ornamental box of chocolate ginger. The next day was Saturday. “Have you sent the chocolates off to Dorothy?” I said to Clare. “‘Be- cause if you haven't I'll do it now. Where are they?” Clare handed me the box. It felt horribly light. I opened it. It was half empty. “T can’t think why I used not to like chocolate ginger,” she said brazenly. “TI tried it again last night and I’m quite converted now!” I've just sent Dorothy a check for five pounds, I think it will be cheaper in the end. Humorist 22 comicbooks.com