Judge — February 26, 1927 — page 16: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

JUDGE The winner of the hog calling contest serenades his girl. In the Canyon Country “Tell me a_ story, daddy,” begged the curly-headed tot as he climbed up on his father’s knee, “something different though. None of this The beaming father sat the boy on his lap, lit a cigar and started: “She was a product of the Golden West. California’s suns had warmed and nurtured her. She was as much at home in the deserts of Arizona as in the prairie lands of Kansas. He came fron. the rock-bound coasts of Maine and was proud of his native state. Yet once in a while his business called him far away from his Yankee home. One day, not far from Albu- querque, New Mexico, he passed her. A sudden glow swept over his frame—the glow of love at first sight—and he thought he glimpsed a response from her. Before a word could be ex- changed, she sped away. Her beauty haunted him. Day and night he searched for her. Once he saw her for an instant across a deep valley, but several hundred yards separated them. He called but the wind swept his y and she never heard his plaintive ery. Then one night high in the Rockies she slowly passed him. “Darling,” he whispered, “ever since I saw you months ago in New Mexico, I have yearned for the time when I might voice my passion. Say it is not unrequited.” A kindly note sounded in her tinkling voice as she answered, “I can never be more than a sister to you, for my heart has been given to one from Seattle.” A piteous little ery escaped him and he trembled. “You are the only one in the world for me,” he answered, “and life without you is empty.” In the twinkling of an eye he lurched to the rim of the canyon, and, before she could restrain him, hurled himself into the murky depths.” The old locomotive engineer wiped his eyes and patted the curly head of the lad who had been intently listening. “And that, junior,” he said, “is the story of the great, but hope- less love that Boston & Maine Freight Car No. 16429745 had for Atchison, Topeka & Santa Fé Box Car No. 4268945.” —Arruor L, Lippmann Family who plan to do Europe in three weeks this summer, pictured in training. aint ance comicbooks.com ——