Judge — September 13, 1884 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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= THE JUDGE. OUR FRIEND 1SES TRICKS FOR \ CAMPAIGN Barnuem— / can’t get these cursed stains out with this soap.” marks on the back, (one over shoulder-blade) much worn the pre summer. If the garment is very gauzy, shoe-string and rope suspenders should filed away tic along with old boot of the vin ‘58, back number hb &e., &c Shoes blacked with ‘ French are stylish, y dressing, or shires taste by poli ) Colored shirts, dashed with rows of hurdle-bars, seem to be a favorite w the Colored noses, di at fancy “gu connection therewith, Rolled-plate watch-chains have takena back seat. Dont be gilt-y of wearing anything like that. Men should not cultivate too many rings. One good solid gold ring like the *S Route,” or N Department “Ri ought to be sufficient. If the foregoing shining precepts are conscientiously adhered to,life will no longer | be a burden to mankind, but asweet dream, Iknow old’ E my self. He's a| particular friend of mine; and he assured me | that if I would promulgate these ideas, he’d | make it pleasant for the boys who lived up to em: Those who may not be satisfied with the ornate fullness and general completeness of the above rules, and who may feel inclined to “kick” for further information, are here- by respectfully notified, that “applications for the World” will not receive consideration by Dressin, worcester- ar for | hed with rum also displayed in “Jef. yn.” Tne English don’t like big Jim’s sand, and the Democrats don’t like Black ck’s English Tur Situation in Ohio. ‘There may be doubts about Cincinatti, but Clevela solid for Grover. | if—* What if.” . — — A youne lady born in Took a passage on board the She fancied the trip And fancied the ship, But she quickly ania “ Aurania,” ot cured of her Her experience was really appall She could not stand u And all the day long. In a voice fa “ Here! Stewardess and stro she had to keep calling. Democrat ‘‘ we States if we out of boots and stockings ‘The tariff’ Says the too far-seeing could carry the doubtful could lick Blaine ‘Tur Parlor party, it is said, are not all of | the same mind as to who and what the ean- didate ought to be. nut an Abstraction at the head of the tic The Curtisee: e in favor of runni metaphor. The Carlists want to Music, it has often been relieve and even cure some es of me “Tn cases of simple mania, a distinguished advocate of the music my advice to the patient and his friends is simply, ing Of course, in ‘simple mania” it may be enough merely to sing, but when it comes to kleptomania our advice would be found, will cure, Is the ever Christian city founded by William Penn the architects blame the build- ing contractors for putting up walls that won't stand. The contractors blame the masons, and the masons blame the mortar; and an expert who poked his scientifi nose in the matter finds that the m right and the mortar all wroi y All owin the adulterationous spirit of theage. The bad mortar, our expert finds, comes of the bad sand, which the shamele: sand-sellers so adulterated with nulated sugar that no grit is left in it. Oh, the manners! Oh, the sand! “ Mine, * Mine “Mabel, sketch us Thr Dreaming. Unper the bo Lizzie and 1 » living thin Or the buttertly Or the robin Hearkened the s of a lilac tree 1 Mabel sat; nd bee, cross the les the tree, the ban ipping rping upd schief that they were Innocent mischief! To plot and plan Futures as bright as their own bright curls; To gild with fancy life's little span; To draw his portrait—the fated n A hero's pic Innocent mischi 1 of laughing girls said Lilian, ‘shall be a king— Of course, I don't mean king But in truth, and virtue, and everythin, That should belong to a worthy king; And we sb And he shall live for my * said Liz, t be rich and great; Titled, T think, I should prefer— A jent name and a le Houses, and jewels, and land Now, your turn, Mabel And the turned estate, nd plate— map out your fat nid to look for her, yur fancy out Mabel! Mabel!—Why, where is she?” ‘Round the lilac, and in and out, hh the shrubberies round-about Mabel!" t Mabel! -y called in doubt; “* Mabel! Where can she bet” Mabel has learned that love is blind— Far too blind to sketeh She has her lov A radiant pic and to paint her own sweet securely sbrincd, e her comradcs can never find— hed in her heart asa guardian saint, Summer came, and the bloom was shed, Shaking its sweets from the lilac tree; Autumn’s foliage fell, sere and red; Winter came Lik shect o'er the And the spring-time seat and its white veil spread a wine Head f the maidens three. nmer ing-time melted t nw aw rth lay g 4 below in the spray: en and stu Once more the Fe Once the tr But the three 1 The three wh was with blossoms gay Ah, where are they— year ago? Under Italy's azure skies Lizzic Waitin, with sighs, With bi and the long-sought prize So near, so far, from their wishful ey hopefully waiti in poverty artist iu The world learns slowly the painter's skill, questing by, }o her fri onarchs of earth more high; restfully As he were the lover her heart would have, than She lies in his arm: And Mabel? Well, she has realized The idol she had in ber heart that ¢ And now cted, betr With heart too wounded to be She finds the saint she worshipped and prized A mortal statue of worthless clay Ab! three maiden To th ting alone, 1 spring-time ‘neath the lilac tree! What are your dreams when all is done— The wealth, the culture, the ring, the throne?— Jone, like the leaves of the lilac, strewn And blasted by life's reality! ou sumor