Judge — December 10, 1881 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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THE TRAMP'S ODE. TO IS LAST PRIEND. Tis a tattered old coat, all its color has fled — The most of its buttons have too. And it seems very strange, as I look at it now, That ona time it was new, Yet the tailor who made it, how little he thought, While trying it on me with pride, That the garment on which he'd expended his skill The gumins in scorn would deride. My coat and I knew in the days that are town The touch of Ah, well! all ary this ragged old coat There's no one my sorrows to share. Jong since that Has passed to t While the trusty old coat has still clung to my back Regardless of weal or of woe. sweet long wi And now shall I forsake it, grown ragged and old The day of its glory long past t Not I'll cling to the friend that has served me so well ‘As long aa the fragmenta hold fast. -iLoav, “ERRATICS.” It is more lucrative to be a head waiter than a tale bearer. CLIMATE affects character, and the same may be said of conviction by a jury. Quack doctors should be well ducked in the tlood of tears shed by their victims. ‘Tney call Keokuk the ‘*Gate-City ” be it offers so many bars to midsummer courting. Tue cynic should feel perfectly at home in Nassau street. It is just the place for those who have narrow views of life, SON denies that he invented the famous lawn game. Wues a printer's wife dresses for a ball, she is merely getting the form ready for pre: Gurteav will ere long shufile off the hempen coil, but we shall still speak of him as an ex- sighted man. Tue difference between Longfellow, the poet, and Shorty, the defeated bruiser, is | (like the face of the latter) quite marked. One individual is versed in literature, and the other was worsted in a pitched battle. “Live and let live” reads well enough among a parcel of copy-book proverbs, but how the deuce is the fool to e: who con- stantiy lets his relatives live at his expense. A NoToRIOUsLY lean and hungry-looking journal of Connecticut says that “in bundles of one hundred it is the cheapest wrapping paper you can purchase.” And nocontempo- rary has yet been so mean as to question the certion, HNQWMHi> OUR SOLDIERS AND THEIR ARMORIES. First Lrrctexast.—Corporal, go across to aur room aul tll the Company Clerk to come he hove you step, or you may break through the floor. are both put on, as are also the double flan- nels, and, as we get into and look for the warm place in the bed, we think of the poor outcast creatures who are wandering around in the streets and—then go to sleep. son its last lap, but the young maiden differs from it, in that she will be on anymore laps than the one she occupies now before the year flaps its wings and croak: Those healthy old boys, Tom and Jeremiah, are on deck once re, and E, G. Nogg is jumping into popular favor again. This all goes to prove that Winter has come down upon us like a thousand of bricks, and makes the young man whose ulster is still at_his uncle’ bitterly bemoan the fute that he is not cash- ier in a Newark ban The snow will soon cover us like a blanket, but a rather cold one, and the basement door-bell will be pulled out much in vogue, but hot whiskies will temper the wind to the shorn lamb. The banana peel, which bas caused so much going down in the world, will give way to the ice, save now and then when they work together. And now the boy who has to carry coal from the cellar runs away from home and starts West via the Hoboken Ferry. And when he strikes Hoboken and a cold wave, he gives up all idea of getting West, and returns home, where he meets a parental “warm wave.” The candidates for prizes at the Sun- day-school will be on hand every Sunday, and the superintendent will report the larg | somethin, as T have r, with tendance they haveever had. Thi said before, all goes to show that W s balls, parties, colds-in-the- pleasures, is here, and will rem time. ‘ome “Talks with Artists.” from an extended sketching tour, I understand. to see you looking so well. What have you to show and say?” the orter asks, “Waal, fact is, I've been rather indolent this summer and fall; only sketched a few things for suggestions. There is my portfolio.” “Thanks. Ah! decidedly clevah, by Jove. What a fine expression on that cow! Equal to Landseer, bit. And that empty lunch-hamper and bottle—how decidedly sug- gestive; oh, very fine! TI very fine. ‘That sheep—oh, isn't ita sheep? I beg par- don; the light—yes, I see it’s a hog, and deucedly clever. Now I sce it better. Is that arock? Oh, a barn, is it? Beg pardon, I see; very clevah, very. The chiroscuro is almost sublime, my dear fellow, and ought to bring you ducats and immortal- it Ah! that bit of a landscape—only a sug- gestion, of course—it’s beautiful. I'll give you half acolumn on that. I'll work up a little romance in connection with it, and it will draw crowds at the Academy, I know how to manage that sort of a thing, you know, Dencedly fine lot of ches. Ta, ta, I'll work you up, and my commission is very rea- pnable, considering,” he goes to finish his returned artist. An! just returned every one i Great is eri CRAN aye and or era: om unde him out of the public the public nose!