Judge — January 28, 1882 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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—— TOO HEAVY. Tue wintry wind comes whistling throug And sounds of bells are borne upon the bre And in the house I sit very ill at_ ease, For two hundred-pound M Outside the breath of Jack Frost's on t Closing up the rippling rivutet and ri Inside the old time clock that sounds so shrill | Strikes eight, four hours more she'll sit! it makes me ill. | The wind that makes th’ belated traveler shiver Ia not as cold as the chill that’s near my liver, mny whole fram, h it was struck by'an ice-water river; For two hundred and ten pounds, an awful wi I rather havi rah Bernhardt Kate, For making this call, which I think the next time F eail on Maria I will two Samsons for the And should she wish to sit upon my knee Tll vanish, and leave her sit upon my deputies. <1. Quinn. “JAY CHARLTON r chickens is sometimes fowl! | that the Ru: shall yet, like Nebuchadnezzar, go down on all fours before th But will he do like Nebby and eat Czar grass? ian Emperor SocreTy ted slinks are making are tea, tea, Bohemians a run on tea, may drink Bohe SOME one ren eas Providence permitting. ‘Then said the old man, ‘Let's have some eau D. V." SPURGEON’s inherited gout is a legacy. | | | arked that D. V. means al On tisherman true, on the waters blue, | Why sing you so jolly whil I sing, when I'm blua, of my |: ping net. Tur residents and hotelowners of Long Branch think of putting out many willow and maple trees. Almost the only thing there now | is the beach. | Darwin's new book on Monkey Shines will yw that the monkey in shining does not lly reflect on man, It will show that the | Garden of Eden was an ape-iary. Whe the moon is in its first quarter, and | indicates rain (what De Voe would call a | wet moon), is it really a water crescent to warn you of moisture ? Ir Postmaster-General Howe does not know ways, does he know blue grass? Do you, Timothy, hey? post-offic “Way,” said Mrs, Jones, the asthete, to Oscar, as they were getting into a hoss car, | “how poetical the papers are getting. ‘They must be speaking of little male calves out West, when they say that theie are plenty of cow-boys."” This was an Irish bove jation, ine trans- THE JUDGE. «Goin to the Park, Jimmy ? the bal?s up. | Not this morn'; Pm goin’ to slute in there where the three balls are up.” NaTHANteL HAwrHorse, in on ish note-book | potatoes, With due regard to the great ster of English, 1 beg to su; that the finest work on a farm is raking hay with Mand Mulls or Mina Muller, or some other girl in the he of her youth., Tue Onei Community, according to Gui- teau, were amalga-mated, EMERSON once thought that he would do as other men do. He went into a saloon, and sitting for awhile, finally asked for a whisky skin. The eeper looked at him for a mo- | ment, and-said, 1 guess what you want is ginger pop.” Oneida Community exposure is very The salient point of this salty peo- —Lat's wives, 8 of his mother as “ My OU, the old time cormhuskings! Do you not yet hear the music of the laughter, the music of the fog-horn, mingled shrick and smack when someone husked a red ear? And didn't the girl who got one have a red car for mus : Do not od up his way, ESSMAN who, when a youth, worked — | aiser, is described as having risen ause when young he was always to be re- lied on, and never varied. ‘That is a very nice way of saying that he was a stable-boy. ALONZO has written a poem to Angelina, in which he sa heart has one responsive | chord, and th entwined. He is evident. ly on a string. ‘Tue National Live Stock Journal s out West short-horns are becoming more and | more popular, ‘That is right. As intemper- | ance begets stealing, if there are only short | horns thére will be less hooking. Let the motto be short horns, for horns of plenty corn you copiou: We remember once recording the fact tha a little boy said that soda.water tastes like your foot’s asleep; but now comes a lad who ys that weiss beer is thawed sand-pape This reminds us of a Yankee on the [ | Ocean who for the first time got a mouthful of Chile peppers. When the tears dropped, he | gasped: ‘For the love of Heaven, no more pins and needles on toast!” comicbooks.com