Judge — July 19, 1884 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. Monographs. Sn jeans far out upon the window sill And bathes her fair brow in the cool night air, The moon-lit street below her feet is still, Or echoes only to the passer rare. > leans, her rounded arms inty. rose-hued lips-bre Far out « Her And in her deep blue melting eyes the lig’ Of an utterable yearning lies White robed she fs, this sentry of the night Fair as the vision of a young man’s dream—— At length her eyes with hope fulfilled grew bri + He comes and 1 cream she murmurs, A sTE “I'm going by rail,” said the blind man, as as he felt his way along the fence. An Et treatise on ry that like nN necessity—a pair of trousers. glishman has written a solemn awning—evidently on the theo- cures like, My boy, always take a woman’s word with a grain of allowance. She never means quite what she says, and never says quite what she means. A live frog was discovered in a Maine man’s stomach recently. When released from his imprisonment the frog at. first couldn’t jump straight, but on bemg intro- duced to'a pond near by, he soon became sober enough to swim off and hide his shame. “A very pretty screen can be made by ering a clothes-horse with cretonne,” says an exchange. Ye a girl would work a month at a clothe: in this way without giving a groan, but she would faint | in a minute if her mother asked her to hang | up a few clothes on it to dry. Cu looking encouragingly around the le) —Well, at last there’s a chance of our getting a new beefsteak for breakfast, if we only buckle down to this old one and fin- ish it up for good. Bumpus—You don’t say Chinn—Why, I just read in that a big leather concern somewhere failed disastrously and involved a large nu ber of honses here; so, you see, Mrs. Choy will, perhaps, have to change her butcher whether she wants to or not. how? the paper nag Popcen (revisiting old summer haunts) — y, my friend, there were two sail bi on this pond last year when I was he now there’s only one, — How does that hap- pen? Rustic—Wal, ye see, there was some c. plaint about the slowness of them boats, au’ | petition. we tho’t as how perhaps there wasn't wind enough to sail ’em both good, 80 we took once off. Guess this un’ll do better now. “LittLe Grorote” writes to know there’s any harm in picking a few i from somebody elsc’s tree. No, there is no harm in picking a very few, pro- | vided you happen to have better legs and better Iuck than somebody else’s bulldog. | But, Georgie, if you haven't these essential qualifications, there will be more harm in picking those cherries than your mother and | three bottles of liniment can undo in a fort- | night. So, unless you are very curious, and very certain of your legs, ie, perhaps you had better keep on picking c from the old family tree and thro pits over into somebody else's y- gt as usual. £. ADDISON | soon as the Whale had thrown him up. KNOWLEDGE !S POWER. Oun Gext—* My boys the good man the bad children. for a smaller offense than this.” Boy (throwing again)—" What ’er you givin us, The story of the Cat, the Whale and the Cashier. [This Tale—supposed to have been lost by one of the Arabian Nights on the occasion of an entertainment—was dug up from among the ruins of the British Museam, Such is the prodigious force of its genuine- ness that a gang of fifty critics and antiqua- ries devoted to it six months of manual labor | —their sleeves all the while faithfully rolled up—without being able to 1 tail to it. Atlast, by employing the most powerful machinery in the Arsenal at Wool- dich it was turned into such English as will not readily pass for Greek. ] As the Caliph, Ahmednoozer the Wise, was mounting his buggy at the gate of the Seven Golden Herns, Mollah held up a The Caliph said “speak.” ‘The man of law pointing to his clients, Whale, and a Cashier, said : heen sentenced to hang ; the Cat because he killed the rat that ate the mesh that held the bull thoc tossed ’em up; the Whale because he swallowed the prophet forty days and nights ou the Submarine Bask; the Cashier because he went for the profit as In the nameof Allah. merey! Here the Whale whispered to the Cat, ** Why, he has given us way.” But the Cat said, “ Keep quiet ; Be wasn’t boru to-morro ‘This was the Caliph’s answer: ‘They must die; bat in abatement of their punishment, we decree that they may choose by what manner of death— yet choosing from these three—to be drowned, to be choked, to be flung ‘rom the shot-tower of the Washing on mon iment ; and as for thee, thou sor Much Chin, for thy presumptuous appeal in behalf of such infidels, thyself shalt 1 executioner. Thou hast heard. Go!” Then the Com- mander of the Fuithful whipped up aud le- parted. The vizier conducted the par’ t« e head or a Cat, a | “These have , in the Bible calle? the bears out to eat dem bears is dead long ago.” the field called the Place of Flats, there to witness the execution of the sentence. The Whale spouted for grief, and could bardly support himself on his legs. But the Cat looking into Ben’s eye, thought be eaw something there. This he communicated to the Cashier, whereupon the two deeply mused and said nothing. Having reached the Place of Flats, Ben Mollah said: ‘* Let the Cat be flung from the shot-tower of the Washington Monu- ment.” It was done. The Cat caine down on his feet and made a bee line for the vizier’s kitchen, “Let the Whale be flung in the Tigris and drowned.” It was done. The Whale wagged his tail and sailed swiftly through Hell Gate down into the Sound of Waters, ‘The vizier was so astonished at these pro- ceedings that he could neither shut his mouth nor utter a word, though when the turn of the Cashier came be found tongue to object. But the learned Mollah answered, as he waved one of his eyes, Let thy ser- vant do the will of the Caliph in peace ; what is decreed is decreed.” Then t! lee ier, being a man of great decision >f charac- ter, promptly hesitated whether tc .titertere, Ilowever he was comforted when he heard Ben Mollah utter th.«: words, ‘let the Cashier be choked.” 16 said to himeelf, “assuredly this one cannot escape.” ‘Then king a step or two before his age he looked rom d for thy mutes and bowstringe. But Ben knew 0 thing worth two of that kind. He rimmed a sackfal of papers down the Cash.er’s throat, but they refused to stick, for lo, they were bonds and certificates of shares, and the like sli; y things. ‘Try him with metal, then? Here The execu- | tioner and the Cashier exchanged a short |and narrow wink. They brought a camel nnd seven asses loaded with the Dollars of the Daddies of the Patriarchs. Straight- way the metal went the way of the paper. comicbooks.com