Judge — November 17, 1883 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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My Steerage Girl. hidden in velvet and laee On, Veauty in squalor, Oh, us in dirt and rage There's an eye, nat drags ries of f From the pris rm and face Then diamond Then fades the And then [look by And think again yw in the humby ace of the the misty years girl I found her one day int Of the steerag Where ths ina packet-ship with hunger were gaunt and blue ¢ murmured in eye and lip wick: me down: thered thick, Jer, lightin 1 hie cheeks bare feet of a And little Foun rty br Ob A quee steeraze virl'—wee steer ing she I in a whirl— irl! li Ltrow But that was | And T saw st Out from the dirt That for her, once was One might love—if he —very hh diamond. thas f that cru and « had it Such wor (it w Jrous tints in her matted and t es of wh mber, Oy Wha When a year or bliss did they al ald rip a heaven 4 Alas!) For I lost I To her or to me? Bat a moment joined. When L mounted aguin the rickety i} Whatever h jered by | For my steerage beauty, I sadly missed. 1 know | | Was ita loss We parted there ur fates ran tiny L ualor! I If she ever was washed, or ever was kissed But sometimes, when v Or beauty lies hidden I wonder if Poverty’s Has saved her from The Future is always ve And the P Else [sometimes would To tell me the fate of lines overpaints, in grime w and crime, k it, tho” years grow dim, | I brought Wow ay’s extravagance become a crime in the eyes of the custom house officers. Mrs. Lorde inordinate love of lace trimmings on ‘her dres: and the extraordinary num yards on each, is likely to cost her 0 before she gets her wardrobe from the claws of the customs court. She courts custom, but not this kind. in dress has of late | my experients In the absence of better into a flock ame, he emptied his gun chickens. And Schneider was laid away where the chickens cease from troubling is at rest. The Squizzle Journal. No. 4 e folks, Iam told, that konsider t watering plaise. As far ’s all whisky. Water there vainted pi at nks of ws their stumicks with it if they can git any thing else to drink. Licker sartainly flowed free last week, for Istove in the head of a whisky barrel, and that broke up the party. With the help of Sally M T got Syuizzle away with a hole skin. When he gets to Newport agin he'll be older than he is now, and so will the It will be safe to call it Oldport. of the ud brought their hors up my mind to go too, Squizzle so. He objected, of conrse: but I told him I'd been threw a purty good scize for his diversion—he could now kum to the hor: for m Of kourse he saw I was and when I am, there’s no movin me—not with tackles and pulleys. We stoped jest one night at hum, to get Sally Mari’s‘pony in trim, [told Jabey we might swell try for a premium, and Sally Marie mild make a purty good show at horse back ridin. Speakin of ridin, no body h bin able to bete her, and I had my ide: purty well up when I went up to the Madison arden where they were a enterin all sorts of the show, They had new stables m, rite out in the strete, and when Sally Marie’s pony around with an new ridin habit of n in charge 8 imperlite, to say him know i thote so. ly dismounte isfully, th the pony, and then said “ th he'd pass.” | That riled me. “‘ Not pass,” sezI; “he'll Tuer Newport town. to the show, and I told ow bilt for ’ krushed st laft in our fa the leste, and I } As s S people came direct. to New | 3 ‘The owner of the chickens didn’t like it, and invoked the law pass cnny peace of horseflesh you ken put the rode; and Squizzle, there, nose it, tho” he stands with his hands in his pockits like a’not ona log and leves me to do all the tawking.” What time duz he make mittee man. “Te mat * sez the kom- divil of a time in my pertater patch,” sed Squizzle, for the first time 0} his month; “+ A streke of gresed litening kouldn’t hey hit him if it hed bin rite on his track.” I'spose the 3 to Sally Marie) sez h I reckon you'll find her hard to match,” ung Indy there,” (pinting is something of a rider,” ‘ake a flyin leap around the ring,” sez it she can; and come in fore yards he sez I. nt of the above n't satistide to except the pony for the show—which I think is purty mene of him, and, natral Konsequence he has eaten his hed off at the stable, and Squizzle has growled every minit of our stay here, like with a sore hed, and insists on our goin home immegitly—but I have my reasons for remaining. Sally Mari is as anxious as I am to be introdused to the President, and if the opportunity don’t offer here I shall take her and on to Washintown, and leve Squizzle to go hum and tend to the getherin of the vegetables and fall sass for winter yuse. ‘There's bin a good ele sed in the news- papers about the President’s taste for hand- sum furniter, that has rather pleased me. Sally Mari is fitted to adorn and grase a handsum parlor—he cudint hey things too showy for her if he tride. The very sealings are whitewashed with gold and silver, which must look mity purty, and nun too good fur a Presidenshal: manshun, What he’s dun with the old furnitur is nobodys bizness but his owr Ile'll probably le as much as he takes, and that'll be more than sum of his p: ors has dun. If he’s the man I think he is, he wont go out of the White House single handed. That Carbuncle. Sain the robber, "* No family jewels—none?” oN arless lady, t one— he setting a fortu s well secured, and cannot be lost.” “ Quick! hand me the jewe Said the robber, with fler “Tean't,” said the lad * The carbuncle’s fas or else you shall die,” flashing eye. with smiling reposo— on my husband's nose.” comicbooks.com