MY LIPS,

THEY SAY, "HOW CUTE AND CLEVER!,
BUT-

WHEN I GROW UP THEY LISTEN AND
THEY SADLY MURMUR "CHE'S A NUT!

R. L. GOLDBERG

I

SPECULATION

OFTEN lie awake at night

And wonder how 'twould be

Had Adam not cared more for fruit
Than for Posterity.

You

TEMPTATION

should not lie awake at night— And get truth all awry;

Had Adam a dislike for fruit
There'd be no you nor I.

-ELBERT HUBBARD.

I enclose a little statement that my wife gave me, and which you are more than welcome to use. -BEN B. LINDSEY.

A LITTLE INCIDENT IN THE PUBLIC WORK OF MY HUSBAND

N twelve years, Judge Lindsey had to contest for the Juvenile Judgeship ten times; seven times at elections and three times by appointment. This is due, in a measure, to legislation, and court decisions reversing themselves, that was in turn due to the desperate effort of Judge Lindsey's enemies to oust him from the Juvenile Court.

In one of these elections, when it looked very dark for the Judge, when he was opposed by both old party political machines and the bosses, and even the Judge's best friends were in despair, a group of newsboys came to see him at his chambers. They came of their own volition and without suggestion. The Judge had always opposed the activities of the children in his behalf; not that he didn't appreciate deeply their interest, but he disliked even the appearance of intentionally taking advantage of his well-known

strength among them. But in this instance, the boys persisted that they had a right to be heard in the campaign. The leader of the group, a cherub-faced little fellow of eleven, rather frayed out at the elbows of his coat and the knees of his trousers, but otherwise wearing an uninterrupted smile, insisted that it was time for a new phase of suffrage in Denver. He thereupon pulled from his coat pocket a slip of paper upon which was neatly written:

RESOLVED: That all kids over ten years of age shall have de right to vote for de Juvenile Judge.

This question was actually debated seriously among the boys, but the negative insisted that it was quite impossible to get such a law before the election. Whereupon one of the older heads of the group proposed that "In Colorado, his mudder could vote, and his sister could vote, and she married a fellow and he could vote and dey would see that he voted right." They organized themselves into the Lindsey Campaign Club. With delightful imitation of their leaders, they opened campaign headquarters, elected their secretary, campaign manager and "boss." They painted their own banners and proceeded to make life miserable for the real boss before whose club they paraded, shouting their defiance,