Judge — March 24, 1883 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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This is the Frenchman, M. THE DEAR LITTLE SHAMROCK. On, dear little shamrock, Pv somed in the Emerald Isl in his boybood he plucked you heant my ag’d father From spots where fair nature seemed ever to smile rday morn he r It came from that dear acrass the big say Containing within it a sprig of a shamrock, With orders to woar It on “ Patherick’s day.” wived & nd ng letter, 1 its leaves o'er with wonder and gladness, her criod out, “ Shtop! ye Yankee shpalpeen Och, phat does the loike iy ye know iv me shamrock That coom frum the green flelds Ww Ballyporeen? + OVI wear I Out tn Ant shure he said, “on Saint Patherick’s mornin \© preseshin, as shlick as a rogue; whin ‘tls shpied by th’ Amerikin al Blood’nouns! but he'll choke himself seraitehin’ the brogue. 1 halt at the Goddias iv Liburty's statue, To wave our yreen flags wid the red, phoite, an’ blue Mesilf will ebtep up thin, an’ plant in her buzzum Mo own littlo threasure—me shamrock aroo ~ADELE. Facts and Paradoxes. BY ERRATIC ENRIQUE. Turne’s no cream on a practical joke, because it is not skimmed from the milk of human kindness. Ir makes considerable difference to both heirs hewapapera whether a man’ dies leaving a big fortane and a small family, or quits this festive scene Vignansr, whom our littl | And he said, | My father was upon the force, and even now, th Serton vill wutertake to lay mourned by a large family left behind bis small fortu: Tu blaze crushed on the hi carriages of the a hway of speculation, want are often SUPERCHLOCENE Tue p than be is Pride’s sneerest blood relation. ttl Lin Ameries nerous A Citeaco undertal up to box Jiminy Elliott, and who stood Jaid him out, too. Wires a coach dog waits for the wagon, it’s a stern reality that his tail keeps wagstin’ for the wait. Os of the best known iMustrated magazines is a Century plant, which blossoms every month Tue poet who is enthused by Nature is an ont-and- out Communist Ir was natural for candidate line, rise recent pape to wheel into rry Utica at the tion for city Jud everything in a Mr. Sha SG the qu pay Por inc tion is the pid's court of inquiry st e's opening speech Tue poorest aut remembered due bills. “Fixe Jow Prixrixe,” read the card of a busines friend which was handed to one of our shrewd poli magistrates. He retarned it, saying: ‘Th be all right, but I've no eanse to fine job printing. Pnotoakarnixa “smiles Every | first-class bar-room will have its own camera and special poser. or will leave writings which ath. ‘They are mostly re ig after his de isa new wrinkle. | Leaat arithmetic consists in multipl before the division of an estate. expense A MEMBER OF THE FINEST. A POLICE L¥Ric, \ wewsen of the finest lay ying on his bed : 8 wealth of woman's nursing and many a te was shed, ide stood besides him, while his breath it ebbed away bent with pitying might say. The dying copper faltered, heat, Bat a And glances to hear what le | while he took a brandy J nevermore will see, my own, my chosen Take a message and a token to some near-by friend of mine. For Lam in this precinct (Captain Willams’) Twenty nine ! Tell my brothers and companions, when they meet at the roll-ca And desire to be: my story as they cluster in the hall That [ve fought my battles bravely, an be said That I Aud «J in a captive unless he was half midst the drunks old in wars, disorder Took suddenly with spasms or ru Yet some were youns, fine, Still I clubbed them in the precinet (Captain Williama’) | ‘Twenty-nine! nel suddenly beheld ten dollars — | “Tell my mother that her other son will comfort ber | Jays, For he's a ward detective, and bas quiet | coaxing | old. T hear his voice, as oft he'd say, ‘I've 1 hun- dred col’ And when he died and left us, our own wa} ral I let them take whate‘er they wonld—but kept my father’s cmb! With rev'rent love I've kept it, w now does yn the station-house, the precinct (Captain W Twenty-nine, There's another, no rela by, You'd have ki away ber eye; Too innocent for coquetry Tis many the coffee's ing! Tell ber the last night of my Ii risen, My body will be out of pain, my Iv ing out of prison, Tdreamed f stool with Aer, and saw the ye! light shine, * Crost in my precis et (Ca Twenty-nine.” , in the happy days gone 1 her by the oblique look that gave too fond for ih ve she me upon a snowy 1 pacrook has moon. are in Williams’) “But now forever Iam gone—no more my love L'il ‘Tis soon 111 be on the Reserve across the Jasper sea! What's that you say, my Carolive to-morrow will he wed. Unto a rival suitor who Not if L know it! Com of mine, laily peddles bread? We dear, hand down that club There's no dead men in our precinct (Captain Wil- liams') Twenty-nine! His trembling Upon his faithful comra This comrade tried to belp away, One of the finest 1n the land When the calm moon ros her breath, On the sidewalk laid a haker, cor'ner's veniict, ‘el bed to death.” While over the area railings did blue-coated tigure fine Kiss a maiden in the precinct (Captain Williams’) ‘Twenty-nine! ¢ grew full and strong—his cluteh arm, as he put on his belt im, bat he motioned hi —P. F. TENRYCK. comicbooks.com