Judge — May 2, 1885 — page 12: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

OH'D TO SPRING A. Wavixo banner, with quaint design, Vr for the morrow Aco and it fills With the deepest, direst sor ticates , cold wave heart Ob! what is the matter with I And wher ely spring, is she masquerading Her birds and showers, and her fragrant towers, For the snows of winter trading And what sball [do with m My poem) With her brow all covered with flowers and sun. In the chilling Beautiful Sprit No man would print her s of winter, Like another Ophelia, her mind is changed Ani her very ways are silly For she cares not whether she holds aloft A handful of snow or a lily. Ob! balmy, beautiful, tardy spring, te with your soft sea breezes, F poet a chance to aul of sneezes. Announcements. The office of Tie Jence Square and to shoot Folly ‘Telephone call—** Helle For eme same tran Visitors with a funny bor collectors, are requested to fi out No attentions ondents; the C ¢ knows hersel is in Franklin she flies. for common, ed. to pick, and d the editor 0 wid to young lady corre- urt is married and thinks A Cutting Law Needed. “The friends of the remains ” do not seem appreciate the efforts of the hoodlums and gs that haunt cemeteries to make funeral obsequies cheerful, and even hilarious, and they have gone to the legislature for relief. A law to turn the bodies of the h. and h. over to the medical colleges for dissection is about what is needed, ‘The boys could con- vert them into stiffs when wanted, and the necessity for burking would thus be done away. Hark, From the Tombs. If the administration of metropolitan ceme custom, me of the stories that are re- hearsed are appalling. It is a grave matter, and the abuses should be investigated until tery in which the subject is en- been disentombed. — We hope this reference will prove the only nececere- mention of the matte! Changing the Issue. + impolite to inferiors,” is the cretary Bayard puts in to the arge of having been disconrteous to the U. S. Minister to Hayti, Mr. Williams, whose skin happened to get a little smoked “in the borning.” Secretary Bayard is as unas- suming and conrteons as usual, but he dodges thecharge. It was, in effect, that he had Leen impolite to a superior. What does he s Mr. Williams is conceded to bea gen- Mr. Bayard. THE JUDGE. A Fraud Exposed. | | Mu, Eptton—Please insert the following advertisement in THe Jenoe, being careful | to give it the best position at top of the | column, first page, alongside of, and followed by pure editorial matter and set in the type: THE CLIMAX CASHIER COMPANY The pioneer house of the kind in the world, supplies cashiers for National Banks, Private Banks, and ‘Trust Companies at short notice. Every cashier fully warranted not to abscond, Canadelope, run-away or dabble | in Wall Street Stocks. All our stock care- fully selected by experienced men from the principal prisons of America and foreign countries, and from the highest society cir- cles of Canad Every cashier sent out by us is fitted with our new patented safety at- tachment, consisting of —ankle-bracelet, welded, and drop-forged ste« nattached toa five hundred pound Krupp cannon shot and carefully hamstrung, unless ordered otherwi All corre banks considered contidential, and eompe- tent cashiers especially fitt elets and false links if d neregular list pric except to private remittance of 1 with detachable | ired, at small | All goods | when £50 will be invariably sent * cod a cash aries does not improve, they will lose | yondence with private | required asa g warantes of good faith. Send for de: criptive catalogue to Chimax Casuier Co., 2896 Otterman Ave., New York, And feels the in I scenes by the poets used.) He hears the evewind sobbing benighted, ‘tis patented now!) moan, (this is copyrighted), Phe breezes make thro’ the swaying bough. He sees the phantom of years long slumb’ring, (Poor ghosts! they are really thr And hears the clocklet his ing (This line was writ when the carth was born.) Wbare worn.) utes uml He turns (This phn And swallows the (Ah, woul him looming, a turn, you know.) The mote Tis well. tists are not half us social as they might be, and some of the professors of science are always knocking each other about the "Prof. Sullivan, however, is enough, and hurts no one. y to pro- cience, The scien- comicbooks.com