Judge — March 14, 1885 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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CALLING HAT. HOT WEATHER HAT. hungry sparrow before the good boy has time | spring. And then he feels that in such a to sneak round the corner and shy astone at the poor hungry sparrow. When Pcet-ready-to-bust is tempted to sing the Beautiful Snow (as sung the poets of ahappier age) but fearful of being lynched, manfully resists the temptation, and ‘thereby wins a warm corner in the cold heart of the inhuman editor. When the parson holds forth in the little Bethel, from which the sinful natural air has been driven out, while the lamps gusp for breath, and the windows shed copious tears—where the brother with a cold in his head and a pitch-fork in his hand tries to lead the singing through his nose aud man- ages to climb up Greenland’s Icy Mountain, but gets stranded when he reaches India’s When the dev’lish sly countryman, whose thrifty habit it is to ‘lay low forsich snaps” whispers to himself and says, “now’s your time to pitch in and buy a straw hat and duster for next summer, cheap as bull beef at a cent a pound,” and poes and tries it on, and is gently informed by the polite store- keeping man that all that kind of goods is packed away and can’t be got at till next THE JUDGE. NOONDAY HAT, RAIN HAT. | world as this there is nothing cheap but himself. When the married party of the second part | who regularly ‘‘ kicks the kiver off” should know that she is trifling with ‘the noblest sentiment, which, while it survives in the human breast, (of the party of the first part) will ever” etc., but a cold wave too oft re- peated is the very thing to kill it. When the man who was up in Minnesota one winter laughs to scorn the “old granny” who's afraid to meet the mercury at zero in his shirt sleeves, and makes all the stove hnggers in the bar-room feel cheap as women till he wakes up the man who was up in Canady one winter, and then between them | they warm up the frozen truth till it rans | liquid as lie. When the man who “ never wore a under- | shirt in his life,” and the man who “ used to | sleep when I was a boy up in Potter County on the garret, and every mornin’ I woked up | —I’ll be dogged ef I didn’t—with three fect of snow on the bed kiver,” and the man— but of sich men there is no end. When the soft Bengalee and the much- naked Ashantee and the spoiled pirate of the WORKING HAT. EVENING HAT. South China sea ought to be able to give all they are worth (if so disposed) for the breezy | wave of a Winter's Tail. MACKHOWLY, After Inauguration. And cu It must Give each his pound— And then, Fool Burchard, thank St. John the crank And cock-cyed Ben; Amen, oar. ReseRVED seats—the seats in Cleveland’s cabinet. Tue music of the roller-skating rinks: ‘Roll, Jordan, Roll.” comicbooks.com