Judge — August 1937 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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SQUIRE OF ALEXANDRIA HE scene is Alexandria, Virginia, and the time the end of the 18th Century. A stranger accosts a towns. man, “Hold, sir. Can you direct me to the dwelling of Master John L. Lewis?” “Squire Lewis? That I can. Proceed down yonder thoroughfare till you hear a great commotion. ‘Twill come from the home of the Squire. If you hear no commotion, he will not be at home.” “And, I make no doubt, the com. motion will be elsewhere in these States.” “Aye. His fame has spread abroad even into Canada.” “The charcoal burners back him to a man. And now he has mustered all the coach makers.” “Not a wheel will turn unless he says it may. A man of power, this townsman of yours.” “So he is. rtion of it. atest scheme?” And you know not the Have you heard his “Hist. I must not be overheard. ‘Tis a colossal plot. Its sway will extend past our western frontiers and far into the uncharted wilderness.” “Is it possible: He forms another band then?” : “Even so. One known by mystic in- itials, C.1.0." “C.1.0.2 What do they signify.” “Committee for Indian Organiza- tion,” “Aha! So he organizes even the red men. Where will this end, sir?” “God knoweth. If you ask me, the gentleman at Mount Vernon had best look to his office.” “Aye, so—hold! What is the tur. moil and view halloing in yonder field?” “Why, ‘tis Squire Lewis riding in the hunt.” “But—but the quarry is a hound and the pack is”’— “Aye, stranger, had you not heard? Squire Lewis has organized the foxes!” —FairFax DowNey “Don't tell the men at the camp about this, Mabel.” August 1937 From the Economic Royalist’s Mother Goose MA: MARY, mercenary, How does your garden grow? Go ask the assistant gardener! What makes you think I'd know? I had a little husband; . A year I was his wife, And now he has to pay me A Tidy Sum for life. TH King was in his counting house, Adding cash in stacks; Along:came the Collector of Internal Revenue And took it all for tax. Taffy was a welcher; . Taffy was a thief; And many persons said to Him, “How are you, chief?” A DILLER, a dayer, a ten o'clock payer, What makes your purse so small? The government used to get some of it, And now they get it all. —FRANKLIN P. ADAMS. Sleeveless Query | aaa? was the dearest lad A girl could want to meet; Such a thrilling voice he had, Low and slow and sweet. He'd hold my hand when we'd go out, And tell with tireless zeal Just how he caught that speckled trout, How he closed that deal. David was a charming chap, Dark and straight and slim; Any girl might set her cap For a catch like him! Tenderly his eyes would shine As he'd murmur low How he played that second nine, Or drove to Joplin, Mo. Don was manhood’s finest flower, Who shattered hearts with ease; In fact, he'd tell you—hour on hour— Their several histories; While Bill would take me out to tea And gaily spend the time Plotting his latest tale for me, Quoting his newest rime. The men I've known were never dumb, Nor ever at a loss Telling the dazzled guest how come They shot that albatross. . . . Let him be ashman or an earl Or Ghibelline or Guelph, Where is the man who'll let a girl Talk about herself? —ETHEL- JACOBSON. 13 comicbooks.com |