Judge — January 23, 1884 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. A COOL WISI. Coustry Pat—« Disinterested Love. TO MY HEART'S IDOL Besanpa, in that eye of thine There lurks a wondrous spell; It sparkles with a fire divine, Tknow it’s magic well Thine are the lips of ruby red, ‘The teeth of pearly wh ‘The lily hand, the faultless head, Thou, Queen of Love by right. in the streets of Askelon, that I Of auburn tresses, ri Let other pocts With thy dark locks, naught can compa If not t Thy form is shaped in beauty’s mould Befitting such a face, Whose every movement doth unfold An ever living grace hand rare, e Faven’s wing, awkward and k. black, and her with the em: pox. But don't, for t me away on this strictly private a comm mn.) contd Think not it is the princely dot eth with thy hand, 80 rich in bonds and stocks? Or yet beew brown stone rows, ‘ore of blocks? He owns a Is it because, an only child Thou heiress art 10 ‘That thou my heart hast thus beguiled, My own I thee would call? Docton—“Um! Your tongue is thickly coated.” In faith I wish me back was too.” F these vain tritles ¢ At all to call them mine Yes, ‘tis for the (e) For the (e) de (Sweet deceptions, all war and in per it not, od that which hath w But everythi in —with your girl's fortune. But ir shall carry the shall tell the matter), With but a word thou canst This tempest of the heart, Then wilt thou calm its passions’ rage, And peace and joy impart? little word—would’st thon it h Shall [that word confess? Dear girl, I'l whisper in thine ear, That little wort * yee” then will th pest of the—pocket— Then will the weary years of my nterested dev hh ity Well merited and ample reward. But these little should be breathed pnly to one’s self). “Bitty Boru what am de reason da yon don’t cum ‘long wid dat fstake what de white folks sent you arte way Tildy, I done loss dat fifteen cents what ole Miss gin me to buy it wid, king fer de money. ~My ole cket am got a hole in it, an’ as [ cumin’ by George Harris's saloon up dar by de post-oftice, I heard dat money drap in his cash box.” ‘Bro, Borus, I come down here to- night to git you to tell me what am a tarriff. De white folks am bin er talkin’ about it all day an’ I want you to splain it to me. “Fore de Lord, boy, you am de biggest fool dis nigger eber sot his eyes on, It am a big insect "bout de size ob'a bumble-bee, and has a a stinger liken unto a yaller jacket.” Diary of Patrick O'Callahan, ductor, “Patimick,” sez Ma e, me woife few aver 1 wuz off duty sittin ig min’ mesilf hesowde the cold stove in the kitehin’, ** Pathrick,” sez she, hy don’t ye a buk? yall a taken ivil cud T wr dhuether of a hor study hum is her words z has a chance to I its fai (thim vrs in thim same 2 gits back to the ould he edit a buk and eal it Hahan’s Imprissions of Ameriky and her Institooshions, from a Condhucther's Shtandpoint.” It wnd be as good,” she con- f ny of thim buks that thim haythenish lords an’ dhukes is conthinually a wroitin to the hull lot of “em!” ” sez 1, go ‘long wid poirations! What toime » pickin’ up the passengairs V-up the fares, to wroite a buk? shpellin’s not good, grammar is by no means perfeck.” k O'Callahan,” sez she, ** fwhat ¥ You wroite the dhiary and Vl correek the mishtake: Besi went on, ‘its not ungrateful yer a dl its nethin’ yez owes to me sister's furst cousin's hushand, Aldherman Me who lifted vez frum a hod carrier to the ion of a hors eair condhucther.” » 1 owe him nothing, 1. a I his most solid consthtitoants dhuring the eliction, and didn’t TE wurruk for ‘a es fur him more fwhat good wud a buk doa man that can’t rade his alfahbet, I'd loike to know “Bad luck to y . yez didicate the frunt Mce——, and wudn’'t th a glory to him all the sam sez she, “to bed wid yez, an’ wurruds about it. Afther thi whin yer off dhuty, yez’ll together we'll wroite ont our imprissions of the day, and if the cair company howlds out, we'll hev a buk big enuff to print, be- foar the nixt eliction. wie that, knowin’ there wuz no moar to be sed, I retired, and the next noight whin Icum in, Maggie sittin’ forninst the table wid'the pin an’ the paper in front of her, waitin’ to take down me imprissions before I'd hud tome to make any of the same mesilf on the cowld | and the ¥ ies that shtud there Tvery noight she takes down me wurrud fast ‘as I shpake thim, an’ this isfwhat we written betwane us ay to the prisint toime: Jing 2d.—Wid the shnow slysh an’ the ra bad day intir horses to the cairs, and the wil passengairs, No ladies wid foine clothes to be seen, Most of the passengairs min and workin’ gurruls. Some of the min shtill laboring wid the dhrop too much they'd taken, dhrinkin’ other payple’s helths the day befur. On me sivinth thrip up, there cum in the ra woman that | tuk fur a regul ane-horn, but I found out afther I'd made a big mishtake. ing chrayture bate me clane out of twinty- five cints, stroight enuff. When I axed fur her fare, she woiped her nose on the back of her hand, and thin from “ Cudn’t » Hon Mr. an honor And now noon ivery noi; nme home, an’ —= comicbooks.com