Judge — August 11, 1883 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. SUNDAY-SCHOOL STORIES—No. 15. Once. upon a time there lived at farm how faithful hound, that watch his master’s property night and day, driving awa latory boys from the melon notice of the approach of any suspicious person by loud and persistent barking. One day some mischievous children, out of sport, m scarecrow with a watermelon and some old clothes, and placed it behine stone wall in such a position that it could be plainly eon’ from the farm bones by the hound, Atonce, on beholding it, the dog commenced to bark furiously, taking it fo tramp having designs on the chicken house, and continued so all But at last, to- wards evening the figure did not move, he resolved to drive it away by more vigorous methods than mere noise. So he scampered down the road, swam a stream, climbed a steep bank, and had just placed his paws on the wall to jump over, when he discovered that he had been wasting all his AN_ exch e heads an article, Men Killed by a Fall froma ffold.” a careful perusal of the article we have arri- ved at the conclusion that the fall didn’t hurt them near as bad as the alighting.—Oil City Blizard, This may be right; we hs not read the article, and cannot presume to differ, but one man fell from a scaffold over in Jersey the other day, and though he didn’t alight at all, the fall killed him. He was hanged. Baroness Burpett Coutts owns twenty million dollars worth of United States bonds. We had no idea it was so much. If we had got at these figures before Bartlett—but there, there. We didn’t. It’s another “might have been” gone the way of its fel- lows, energies on an old hat and a watermelon. He was about to return, much chagrined, when a little squirrel, perehed on the fence | hard by, thus addressed him: You foolish dog, you have bi yourself hoarse all day lon und making | yourself a perfect nuisance to your master and mistress, to myself and the entire neigh- borhood, when, by a little investig: you might have saved yourself and others all this self at first much alarmed awful appearance of this thing ing so near my home, but T crept up cau- tiously, and inspecting it, soon found it perfectly harmless, Now go home and gar- | gle your throat with buttermilk, and be more careful what you bark at in future.” . . n barking . . . Will some of our hypochondriacal and «+ wolf-crying ” contemporaries kindly amuse themsely moral from the foregoing. We have heard no reasonable conjecture as to the derivation of the now popular word “dude.” The following appears reasonabl The members of the Knickerbocker Club were called, by certain seceders from the ranks, who affected to regard them as imbe- cile and old-fogyish, ‘* old cock-a-doodles.” ‘The present “dude” may be only a contzac- tion in letters and an amplification in mean- ing of the old cockadoodle. Oxiver WenpdELL HoLmes says, ** You may set it down as a truth, which admits of no exceptions, that those'who ask your opin- ion really want your praise.” And the Doc- tor might added, as another truth that admits of no exceptions, that the man who asks you for the loan of five dollars would no! | be offended if you lent him ten. CUPID ON LAWN TENNIS. 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A little rustle among the trees— A sound as Was born Then And the s« acone the twigs were spurnt n the evening breez lecided masculine tobacco burn| And the little " ohs nd the little ¢ prudently hushed the little shiver knowledge that fond papas ir mild cigars, Root 8 ‘THirty divorced women are employed in a shoe factory at Lynn, Mass. They're evi- dently pegging it along by themselves, comicbooks.com