Judge — September 22, 1883 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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THE: JUDGE. ¢ in the morning fora walk, and is tin his path. Aprictere of a laugi With glad blue eyes and waving tresses, The sunlight kissing every curl To burnished gold with its cares Ripe red Ii You seem Th parted as to speak — » hear the painted question— ft tint lives upon her.ch w, tinged with sunset’s She holds a belmet in her hai Re of war in s! ne of t Deep-hacked by battle-axe and brand; A casque that must have d Ap. cut s Where late by Ere raised in qu appeal— Is indexed by one taper fin And an old man, with le And a deep sear across the f A fic at brow had to b Which shattered the His eyes li He liv Upon his fi An old man’ ne its duty down through the ¢ had ceased to ti white hair ¢ blow g easque before it: nswer hers, ne fields ¢ the pleastire stirs, sure ina story. up to hrough by glory; grandchild; yout can’t fail tand in that relation; if his tale mes-told narration. ks; nan look Might be a tent You almost heart in hi her cheek: tale, and sh He tells the story of the strife, Of brave men dyi And both the fi stout hearts fa jow with fife— a painting! He tells of hard but happy days, Ere Charles had sunk ‘neath adverse fortune, And every dent that caque Bears in the tale of war its portion. How that great gap that looms so larg Was earned when * boot i And fiery Rupert led the charge ast the traitor-brewer, Roundhead shrewd, hard blow,” he seems to say; The stecl plate cracked; the sword bit deeper, And Twas left for dead that da: Among the dead—as sound dd saddle" sounded, ‘sleeper * Ab, girl, Lived; but you may pray And thank the heaven that heals and blesses ‘That you are in these halls today tit my helmet on 5 os." The line | are heelet with furious Lawn Tennis. It’s a daisy. A lazy man can play it, and at the same time watch the group of girls posturing upon the greensward) over in the next yard. There is nothing in common between fawn tennis and buse ball. The lat- | ter is a wildly-delirious game, played with | and mouth, Some b. b. and are called kickers. well-regulated b. b. cluly carrics a_first-c kicker along, to furnish news for the report- er who gets in ona pass. Some b. b. play ers do not play for fame, but for money. A great many of them make money by not They put on the cherished run after the ball, and— | don’t get it until the batter has made a home run. dark horses. association next different. This class of players are called It takes the social run of the Il winter to knock ’em out from n’s play. Lawn tennis is vastly Ladies can play fully as well as gentlemen, A soft ball is used; a few yards of old mosquito nettin tretched across the lawn; the player thumps the ball with an | affair like a saucepan, strung with pure cat- gut made of raw hide. There is very little excitement in the yame, and the players ean le their difficulties without the assistance of an umpir Ifa man has any trouble as to the color of his girl’s stockings, just invite her to pla gaume of lawn tenmis, The v mui festations of agility required to thump the ball back over the mosquito: nd at the same time keep the centre of gravity, causes a cunning, backward kick of the pretty foot, and a dainty flop of the skirts, and—the lover need be no longer in doubt. A young fe is just been beaten out of one hundred thousand dollars by the game, and the sad result happened as follows He was playing lawn tennis with Ma while the rs om w ated under tl versing with one of he hoped to I tothe front in the» ture. He was telling her that she | as young as her daughter. Sheacknowledged the soft impeachment b a blush, Just then Mandie’s lover raise high- strung saucepan to thump the ball over the adjoining county. ment slipped from his hand, mad wid whacked the old lady over i, knock 1 her beautiful wig; it | zed to make a carom on her jaw, sending a shower of upper and lower teeth upon her lap. is now fully revealed to her admirer, who saw a poor, bald-headed, slippery-lipped, wagging-jawed old woman, Ile bid her a hasty good adie, mma—a widow lady— ngent eve, and dep . The young man who was the innocent cause of this fateful calamity poured forth profuse gricf. But to no il. The old ly would not Jet a man marry Mandie who ly lose his grip, thereby spoiling ) fond hopes for a second turn at domestic henpecking. The other evening the disconsolate lover i wn tennis with a dude. game from behind bar- U.S. KELLER, was in Gramercy Park a fe Theard a blade of grass and looking around, the I cidn't sce a |. 1 imple- | | ence of the ¢ | island ing on his own shadow for support. A TENor singer can aiways secure a hall easier than a basso, because he can go higher. A MAPPY FAMILY, Netoun ‘ ly lin Motnen— Ye throngh with their whips because th sare happy because they're didn't get any. Wanted to be a Pitcher. “ Wno is this gentler daisy? “He is a ball-player, my dear.” “But pepa said he had a * phenomenal curve,’ and that they ‘couldn't hit him.’” “Yes, my dear.” But, mamma, he stood up stra yone try to hit him.” Papa meant the ball, my dea Yes, mamma, but I didn’t Neither could the But what makes ev dicall him a * daisy Because he’s the new go, whom the ma red at $3,000 a s¢ But is he “Only * But can't he really write his own name, amma? an that papa calls a t, and the ball.” . my dear,” vone talk about him pitcher from Chi- cr of the club has just mamma?’ pitcher.” + my de vy give him my dear.” I grow up, can't I be a pitcher, but why?” And not have to learn to read or write?” “ AFTER ALL,” remarked a young lady who ad been reading the various indictments which have of Jute been published against the sparrow, “after all, these sparrows seem to be a great nee. I think we had better get rid of them, and make up our minds to endure the worn Sparrows are worse, don’t you think so?” * I don’t know,” said her beau, thoughtfully, * 1 never had spar- row Tir Frexctt occupation of Tonquin must Ha-noi the natives of that province, and it will require considerable ul for them to annex the whole country. ‘The French, how- ever, won't have walk over” in achiev- ing their ambition, for these Celestials evi- dently will defend their rights, Ann-a-mite ood fight they can make if they try. We have every reason to doubt the exist- ant’s Causeway and the won- derful cliffs which are said to line the north- ern and western coasts of Ireland, as the is well known to abound in sham- rocks, Ix view of so much discussion on the sub- ject, the question arises whether Secor Robe son, while in office, was not a fair represent- | ative of the American knave, el! comicbooks.com