Judge — May 23, 1885 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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J FLOWER A IDYL. all the ri This giddy ‘Te deck one’s self with flow. ers; The girls you meet Who looked as though Shed stuifed with daisies and burst Lillian Goes to the Circus. t week I went to the cirens. dr right behind. the sidewalk’s wide, walk this way. flimpy Miss De Laine. that last mission fair? that blue dolman ain’t Some people have such little style. UDGE. Feminine Reflections on the Street Well, now I guess I’m rea , an’s longest work ’s to ‘There is nothing so upsets the mind as wondering if all ’s So, fora walk. I'll take this side; most people here; and then its sunny here to-day, the better dressers Who is that woman there before? If I walked so I’d stay in-door. That bonnet’s large cnough for two, Her hair has got a lovely hue, but then I bet it ain’t her own. 1 know that mine is mine alone— Upon the street, ombing’s made into a switch, and so you can’t tell which from Scem quite like walkiog: bowers which aed sha there's many ways, such different modes to 8 ne un and mincing step, But one fair day and the ait to longer stride a = and hh men women When on my way vassing Diet oie kindly look is quite enough Talitaiee anew the’ wont; Vr usto brook, Yet sone n single glance don’t give, and that’s pure insult, as I live. Twas cousin Joe, Why do some their skirts so plain? ‘There comes that How could she But, then, the wor wk after the flare we had at I’m glad she spoke the first. If T ever sav It makes me smile. hose women scan me with wide They only look to criticize, und certainly have little I'm » atall events. should keep their windows clean; we can’t half see our- P85 in. Why do they mark their thin h (cheap goods we hate) we cannot buy Tis aggravation, nothing 1» to, ook at Ens fe ling hatis eieanity. what we can’t possess. There is nothing startling in t that announcement, be uae Some man behind keeps step with me; I'd like to know who he make a point of going every ‘year Lath 4 only wonder eee I can be. ‘To have one following in the wake gives mea sort of nervous left it so late—and that waa Jack's fault, not mine. It is a8 ache, Lean’t turn ‘round to sce who ‘vis, Maye he takes me for much as your life is worth to merely whisper the word Barnum ise) Now T must make my steps just so. | wonder if one shoulder's before Juck—a bull and a red rag doesn’t begin to express it! ow.” Is it my left or right? Well, well, I'd make a pretty spec As far as Zam concerned, © The G test Show on Earth ” has been a ghastly failure It commenced with the parade—and there it was Jack's fault. After | had choked down my dinner he would smoke a ette, and in the words of that stupid little game, “the consequence were,” Fifth Avenue was jammed We were caught in the crowd, and all we saw of the procession was a camel’s head, the trunk of an elephant, and a phalanx of glit- ea tering sp ning by full tilt, Jack’ made the blue all the way home—the recording angel must have drawn a long sigh of relief when I finally stic subject. 7 positively adore the ciren eeded in changing the When I was a small child my highest ambition was to become a tight-rope walker; and even now, regularly every year, [have a morbid decire to gaze on the “ Living Wonders,” that nothing but the charms of the fat woman or the grace of the skeleton lady can satisfy. It is a deplorably low Tadmit, but peanuts and sawdust have an immense fascination for me. | “Constant dropping will wear a stone.” I finally badgered Jack into taking me to the Great and Only’s last performance; Of course, if I could have foreseen what “would happen, wild horses would have been powerless to drag me there As it is, Jack can’t shake his gory locks at me “it we hi ad been on time we would have taken our seats like respectable Christians instead of making a gratuitous show of ourselves We arrived late; the ‘Opening Grand March of all the Curiosities” was half way around the arena, when, by some dreadful mistake, we became mixed up in it! — [found myself walking beside ‘ Jo-Jo, the Russian Dog-Faced Boy!” Imag- ine my s {Vad to go on, for *Arada the Wild Man” k of me, and I was so deadly afraid of him that I “hurried ‘all I could to get out of his way. ancing over my shoulder I saw Jack stalking along between the fat woman and the pink-eyed Albino lady. Jack’s face was a study? It was almost fatal to me—if I hadn’t heen so miserably afraid of the wild man, I should have enjoyed his discomfiture. Three times we swept around that arena—I was so tired I almost dropped; and when we did get out, Jack stormed and raved to such an extent that I was thankful to get home. He | insisted upon going—wouldn’t even Ict me see the animals (and I fove the animals) and swears he will never take me anywhere again—men are eltish, especially brothers! I do think Tam the most unfortunate creature. In the words of that ridicu- lous nursery rhym “TL never had a piece of bread th, and thick and wide, ut fell opon the sanded oor, And alays on t buttered side!” to raise the high one higher still. they are so hard to navigu try to walk anconsciously, and puts me to the hardest strain! wishes she were home again the bane of walking lies. conld get over it, and people looking! and so I won't. Well, did I ever yet! collar turned up at the back! me to take your place, I fecl his eyes. High heels I hate, Men seeing us go by say “Ah, what Faugh! It is the hardest work for me to One is where I, I never I don’t propose to sne and motion.” Y grac ‘To run the gauntlet of all ey O, must I sneeze upon the street! No, and very tired, | went to admire and be—Janet! All through the town I wore this saeque with A.W. BELLAW. Well, home at last: SATISFACTORY SUBSTITUTE Too bad, for you will be lonely without Foxp Icsnaxp— Foxp Wirr—" Ah, Clare T shail be ce, lore, if you will only send homen parrot or a monkey tent comicbooks.com