Judge — September 8, 1883 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. Perseverance. De AR Pony, these are joyfal day Your feet can choose their own sweet ways; You have no care of anything, Free as a swallow on the wing, You hunt the hay-field over ‘To find « four-leaved clover. But this I tell you, Polly dear, One thing in life you need not fear; Bad luck, I’m certain, never haunts A child who works for what she wants, And hunts a hay-field over To find a four-leaved clove ‘The little leaf is not so wise As it may seem in foolish eyes; But then, dear Polly, don’t you see, Since you were willing carefully To hunt the hay-field over, You found your four-leaved clover. Your patience may have long to wait, Whether in little things or great, But all good luck, you soon will learn, Must come to those who nobly earn. Who hunts the hay-field over | Will find the four-leaved clover. —Sarah Orne Jeitett, in St. Nicholas for Sept. | The Starving Wolf. A wor had the misfortune to break his leg, and being unable to hunt for his food, was soon reduced to the verge of starvation. One day as he was uttering lamentation, a Hare came along and inquired the trouble. * 1am almost at the point of death,” was | the reply. ‘* I haven’t had a morsel to eat | for days. ** Indeed!” exclaimed the Hare, ** I'll go | at once to the Hyena about it.” When the Flyena was consulted, he stroked his chin reflectively, and finally u certain that he is a Wolf of ce the Lion about | «Well, then, I it before we do anything ‘The Lion heard the story, winked in a wise way, and remarked: here ought to be a committee appoint- | ed to investigate his character. I'll see the Stork and mention the matter.” ‘The Stork was ,informed that a Wolf lay dying of starvation, and she replies ed: Well, well, that’s bad. I'll see the Ox this very afternoon, and have him decide whether we ought to send in tracts or chic en broth.” The Ox was duly informed, and the next day he went over to sce what should be done in th Arriving at the lair, he found the Wolf dead, and the Owl had already been there and written on the rock the MORAL: “ Philanthropy is a thin tonic for an emp- ty stomach.”—Detroit Free Press. Mrs. Parvenvu had recently furnished her new house, and it was gorgeously done. Everything was in style, and the carpets were woven in one picce to fit each room Mrs, Parvenu has a daughter, and of her sh was talkin, to a visitor. ‘Ah, Mrs. Par- venu,” said the lady, ‘‘your daughter doesn’t go out much?” “No, not a great deal. It tires the poor dear so much. **In- deed! Isn’t she well?” ‘Oh, yes, well enough; but you see at so many of the houses | where she must call she has to walk over the seams in the carpets, and it hurts the poor dear’s feet and makes her so tired.” —Ez. | man, still puz A Sage's Advice. there’s money made in stoc “spose,” ‘says the solid old farmer, hitched around on the head of the sugar bar- rel; ‘but my advice to a young man would be to put his money into real estate, “It might go down,” suggested « young man ina Brown straw hat. ** Wall, that’s according to what ye buy. I’ve allus did tolerably well.” “ What have you invested 1 “Graveyards, young man—graveyards. If you kin git into’ 2 new town and buy the only piece of rolling ground in the neighbor- hood, you're dead sure of selling out for a graveyard inside of a year. I’ve located and sold out seventeen graveyard sites during my lifetime, and have doubled on each one. Wheat is ull right, and hay is all right; but pick fur rolling ground, and hold it for a graveyard, and. they’ve got to come to your terms or plant their cadavers helter skelter, and do their wi during the dry sea- son,” — Wall Street News, “ Wie was that pretty girl you had down to the island last Wednesday?” asked a Jora- lemon street man of a Remsen street friend, as they met yesterday afternoon. + Wednesday, Wednesday,” pondered the Remsen street man. ‘* Was Tat the island We dnesday ? “Yes, and you had a girl with you.” | + A brunctte?” queried the Remsen street Jed. ‘No, Isaw you there Tuesday with the brunette, but this wasn’t the onc.” *Was she a blonde? No, I had the blonde down there Thursday and Friday. What kind of a looking woman was she! ** Rather slender, and you didn’t seem to want to take supper there. Heard you tell | her you'd get something to eat when you got | tae to Brooklyn.” Oh, L know. Why, old fellow and take something ATEACHER finding it difficult to obtain the prompt attendance of the boys in her class, resolved to adopt a plan which she felt sure would be successful. She said to the boys: ** Now, I will give a bright penny to each one who will be in his place every Sunday.” The plan seemed to work well, until one Sunday not a boy appeared in his place. The teacher was surprised, and some- what discouraged that her plan had not suc- ceeded. But the next day while walking down street, and thinking what to do next, she met one of the boys, and said to hin “Well, Johnnie, where were you yesterday?” | “At home, mum.” “ But’ why did you | and the other boys not come to Sunday- | school, and get your pennies?” “+ 0, teach- er, ‘cause we struck; we won’t come for less than two cents now.” We were not in- Certainly, Wednesday. that was my wife. Come —Brooklyn Eagle. | who so bravely fought the English, formed as to how long the strikers held out, or whether advance was granted. — change. We learn from the London News that the Shah of Persia has left for ‘‘ Mashhad.” As | he is credited with several hundred wive: we shall not be surprised to hear that he has | had another ‘* mash ” before he gets home. | He is that kind of a man. that he is accompanied by nearly ten thou- sand teose—and that is not too many teose for a man who has to foot such big bills— though it is a ridiculous way to spell toes.— Nor. Herald. THE plasterer’s work is a sort of sub-lime occupation. | | signed the pledge, now | is null We also learn | > The Woman of Fashion. Sue pats her baby out to nurse, Does Mrs. Betsy Noodle But when she walks or ride: She of course kes her darling poodle. By fits she sings, invokes the muse, “Or plays with fingers nimbl Yet never was she known tow edle or a thimble. She ‘Te far-off hi But to home missions shuts her eyes, And cuts her poor relations, She’s pious in her way, no doubt I've watched her, and [know it; Whene'er she gets a brand-new suit She goes to chureh te Declined. Tue Zalus value cattle more highly than y other property Even their wives are ous than’ their cows, A German de Panda, the father of Cetewayo, a present 4 watch. * What is the use of it? king. * To tell where the sun is, n, We can see it,” replied the “When clondy, we remain in our hut at night we sleep. Does it give milk? “No.” * Does it give calv “No.” “Then take your wit ed the Zulu * answered the hin nl "—K lepto. A wistful i As she is And her tender ti Around one up-bent ly clasped Intense the glance the wam showed, As T stooped till her breath came fast; She Are pes Jin ay hes ¢ of music low, cap at last? in Advertiser, Petito, the Italian actor who was on the siage of the theat Cassamicciolt. when the earthquake broke up the performance, escaped sufe and sound anc in the costume of Puleinell: counts he had not abandon nature was convulsed by the acting.— Boston Post. Ast ae> belief that ess of his Ir is wrong to get in a hurry. It is said Gladstone has Confederate bonds which cost him $100,000 during the ws Had Mr, Gladstone waited until the present time he could have bought the whole bundle for ten or fifteen dollars. — Oil City card, As we expected, the Louisville editor who jaims that the paper nd void bec it was dated on and besides he was drunk when he Philadelphia News. Sunday | signed it. ‘ashier: Excuse me, madam, count is rather overdrawn. (who e busband. is off on check-book): Oh, that cant be possible. I’ve got lots of checks left yet.— Columbia Spectator. Tue Governor told the Tewksburians that they were not responsible for the bad odor surrounding the name of their town. Un- fortunately, they could not return his excel- lency’s little compliment. — Bost. Transcript. comicbooks.com