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SOFT MONEY. “You darling!” he murmured, intoxi- cated with his first kiss. _ She was half crying and half laughing. “You big brute. You made me kiss you.” ** And I’ll make you marry me.” ‘““T suppose so,” she assented. He kissed her again. ““T don’t care anything about Europe,” he said. ‘I'll get passage back on the same boat with you and your mother. When we get to Boston I’ll go to your father and see if we can’t set his factory on its feet THE Lv) U : . es " \. Pepe eee maa : egain. You said I ought to be in some — useful business, and what is more useful than making shoes?” “But you ought to see Europe,” she protested. “‘ You have been looking forward to it for so long.” “Tl save it for our honeymoon.” “But Mr. Campbell will be so disap- — pointed.” Rod laughed. ‘‘ I’m going to make a shoe salesman out of Howard. I bet he'll be good at it.” END Ls] MIRA THE BULKIEST YET WHEN the blinking stars above Work all night till sun-up In the interest of Love, How they must feel done up. Mira is the queen of them Coming debutantish, And, from what I’ve seen of them, She is elephantish. Thirty million times the size Of the earth is this ’un; Grab your mind, and shut your eyes, Hold your breath and listen. Man up there must be so vast Viewing him is dreary; When he sneezes, what a blast— Eyes like old Lake Erie. When he smiles from ear to ear The crevices must race back, And yet. it takes about a year For him to get his face back. We can, with the naked eye, Rarely get a glimpse of her. Think how huge her by and by, Contemplate the shrimps of her. Think of Mira if you can Think of things so biggish; Here’s a cure for little man When he’s feeling priggish. Surest remedy you’ve read St (No one yet has died of it)— “~ For that swelling of the head Try big stars inside of it. ——s — -~ - ‘ %: « Prt E, . - : NS 7 ae ee ae oe ce na on, So —< aoe James S. Ryan, oO comicbooks