The day book. [volume], October 16, 1912, Image 15

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It is a good Cartoon, and The Day Book agrees most heartily
"with the sentiment it expresses.
But The Day Book does think that in a Chicago newspaper the
explanation'under the cartoon should have been changed to read:
This is as it should be, and would be were it not for an ANDY
LAWRENCIZED police force in CHICAGO. The club of a fear
less policeman is always a match for the cowardly "strong arm"
Hearst gunman.
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FUDGE
SUPPLICATION
By Idah McGlone Gibson.
1T0 thee, dear heart, I pray;
Hear thou my prayer;
Be "With me every day ,
And keep me from the snare
Of desperation.
Let me not call in vain
For thy dear hand; ,
Help to assuage the pain
And make me understand1
My tribulation.
Thou art- my all, my God,
In thee I live ;
I'm just a soulless clod,
Unless thou deign to give
Me consolation.
Love onjny lips is loss
Unless it reach thylfieart;
The gold of life is drossy !
Come thou and heal bis smart
Of desolation.
"How old is your baby broth
er?" asked little Tommy of a
Iplaymate,
" "One year old," replied Johnny
f "Ah 1" exclaimed Tommy, "I've
got a dog a' year old and he can
walk twice as Well as your broth
er." "Well, so he ought to," replied
Johnny; "he's got twice as many
jjegs srcgaz '
Three pounds of light brown
sugar, y2 pound of chocolate, Yz
cup of cream, pound of butter,
3 tablespoons of vanilla extract.
Put all into a porcelain kettle or
smooth iron pot, excepting the
vanilla extract. Set on the back
of tthe stove and let it melt Slow
ly two hours are none too I6ng
if you value smooth, rich TEudge.
Then pull forward to bofl about
ten minutes.
Try, at the end of seven or
eight minutes, in ice cold water,
and if it "balls"1-in the fingers
take off and Tieat, adding the va
nilla. Turn out into buttered tins
and score when cool enough.
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Mildred, who had a small
friend to spend the afternoon
with her, found that the care of
her little brother interfered sadly
with their plane. John showed a
tiresome persistence in joining
their games. Meeting but little
encouragement, he asked at last,
somewhat wistfully:
"MiJIy, can't I play some
thing?" "Yes, John," she replied firmly.
"Go into the Iack room and play
you're dead for an hour and aV
half,- -
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