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JUDGE Things That Authors Seldom Tell About IIE newspaper reporter who is a total abstainer. The philandering husband who does not finally find out that his wife is really the woman he loves q many Chinamen peacefully conducting laundries aving no desire to overthrow Caucasian civilization. ne Westerner who cares very little for horses. The man and wife who decide on a divorce and are ~ ot reunited by a baby’s tiny hands. The poor suitor who proves unworthy and the rich on who turns out to be a hero. The black sheep whe comes home without a fortune ir rejection slips, —O. R. “Simonize, Boss?” MEET THE WIFE E arry and I didn’t want to go home with Charlie, but he insisted. Said he wanted us to meet the Little Woman, have dinner with them. The Little Wom was a swell cook, he said. We gave in, against our better judgment and, sure enough, we regretted it the moment we got to Charlie's. The Little Woman was rather annoyed. She gave Harry and me a curt nod, then took Charlie into the next room. An argument went on in low tones for a while. Then they began to raise their voices. Harry and I couldn't help but catch some of the things they said, try as we might not to listen. “I don’t care what you do with shower before we go? them,” his wife rejoined hotly, “but you've got to get them out of here.” ‘an you suggest some way for me to get rid of them?” “That's your lookout. They don’t mean anything to me.” “I wish you wouldn't act this way, r. I'll do anything you say.” hen throw them out.” “What!” “You listen to me, Charlie Oakes: I’m going to put my foot down on this sort of thing right now. You'll throw them out this minute, do you hear me?” With a muttered oath Charlie yanked open the door and strode into the room. “I'm sorry, fellows,” said Charlie, “but if you don't mind waiting a min- ute, I'll get you a highball as soon I throw out these old razor blades. Banoer Linw The Little Woman has been giving me , . an argument for leaving them in the Pancet Post Crerk—Good Lord—this package is for me! bathroom.” —S oan Tayror comicbooks.com