“Is this—can it be love?” sighed Angebella, as she sat on a seat in the park with MacCuthbert’s arm around her waist and his soft voice whispering fondly in her ear. Oh, it was lovely! “It is, my darling,” MacCuthbert assured her. “But tell me, sweet one, how do you feel?” “I feel,” cooed the lady, “as though my heart would leap from my throbbing breast! My parched throat contracts and then expands, while my breath comes in quick, choking sobs.” There was a sudden rustle in the bushes behind them as a sleeping tramp crawled forth and glowered at them. “I’d take something for it, miss,” he growled. “That ain’t love you’ve got; it’s hiccups.” * * * * * Ruined Reputations “Whisky has ruined the reputation of many men.” “Yes,” replied Broncho Bob, “and at the same time, I ain’t so sure that a lot of naturally no-account men haven’t done their share to ruin the reputation of whisky.” * * * * * Do You Blame Them? A “strong-man” actor, wishing to demonstrate his strength, made the following announcement from the stage: “I would like to have three young ladies volunteer from the audience to come up on the stage, stand on my chest and I will then sing a song.” Needless to say, none responded. _Strolling With Jane Gaites_ To Love Love, once you came to me, I laughed the long day through; For I was young, and happily I reveled in this love so new. Oh, it was good to live and love! I vowed that I’d be true, And of the sob behind the smile I never dreamed—I never knew. For every joy I’ve shed a tear; Love left me long ago. I’ve nothing now but memories— How could you hurt me so? * * * * * Outside the Movies By JANE GAITES After wrecking a dozen homes or more and crushing at least six or nine perfectly good hearts, the movie “vamp” quickly slipped into her street clothes and hurried away from the noisy studio to buy her baby a doll. After completing the “Adventures of Nan,” the little “convent” girl rushed into her dressing room and was not surprised to find a note from her husband saying that business had called him out of town. She smiled somewhat significantly and then, carefully powdering her saucy little nose and arching those two tiny perfect lips, she hurried away from the noisy studio to keep an appointment with the “vamp’s” husband. * * * * * Silly Sonnets By JANE GAITES “Where are you going, my pretty maid?” “I am going a-shimmying, sir,” she said. “And may I go with you my pretty maid?” “If it so please you, sir,” she said. “May I kiss you, my pretty maid?” “What is your income, sir?” she said. “Sunday morning, my pretty maid.” “Kid somebody else, sir,” she said. * * * * *