Judge — December 1935 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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Judge Mistress Pepys’ Journal OVEMBER 1.—Sam up too be not to be late at yoting-match, and I did beseech m not to point his gun at me, hav x once in “The Confessions of that there is no telling what fun times in order Gig a man will do to his wife in earnest Scovil in, who shoots pigeon for : decorative curtains which she js making for the Christmas trade and wishin me to write ¢ jingles to be painted on them for choral lavers. mea great sh hits, but persons all agog over lower e and bring- f of the latest pop- did remind her that ing in the bath- » warble tunes of the long who By Baird Leonard and did tell her of the woman who confided to H. G. Wells, when he was mbling his “Notes on Marriage,” at she had divorced her husband because every morning he did sing “There Is a Fountain Filled with Blood” in his bath, and she could bear it no longer. I did write amongst others, the following sclec- tions for ub Tunes”, and albeit they may not set the town to singing, I do think Cora’s idea to be an excel- lent and original one which ought to “1 wonder if he'll bring the wheels this year!” 6 solve the Christmas present bugaboo for many people. Tusxe: O Susannah in the distant days went out to take a bath, Two mean old men beheld her as she scampered down the path, They hid within the shrubbery to watch her make the plunge, The poor girl had no scrubbery in which to splash and sponge O Susannah! Don't you envy me? vin my bathtub with no ind a tree I'm a sing elders Te Flow gently, sweet shower, upon my poor head, I went out last evening to paint the town red, The steeple chimed four as I crept up the stairs, I knelt by my cradle and lisped out my prayers. All through the night roamed in a zoo, Though liquor is lovely Am IT THROUGH Flow gently, sweet shower, and save my young life, Then I'll have the power to cope with my wife Frow Sweet Gentty, ArTON watches I This being All Saints’ day, I to the church, and chimed in, as I do ways, on “For All the Saints Who from Their Labours Rest", and I should request it to be sung at my funeral did I not fear that the con- gregation might think I was handing myself too large a potted geranium. yOoV -MBER 2.—Early off to the shops to buy a hat, and I did manage after a protracted search to find a black velour which did not look too much like something in a comic paper, but I was so worn out by the business that I barely had strength left to get my Katie some working dresses, nor was I much cheered by the realization that even though T had her dressed by Worth and Roberts or Bendel, she would al- ways look as if she had just been ged up out of a quarry. Met with aide Wilkinson at a draper’s, and told me she did : owe M: she Boothby a dollar for having e stalk of celery with butter on it, the) (Page 25, please) tena comicbooks.com