Judge — August 1, 1885 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. A DITHYRAMB TO AMARYLLIS. ‘This Dithyramb I write to Amaryllis [aE While moonlight shines so bright and night so still fs, yee il O, dearest Amaryllis Clu tan I have given the bounce to Phyllis, rit wit And F'll court you now no matter what her will is. Va ch Come with me, love, upon the Hudson's stream, While Luna o'er us both doth gently gleam, 2 though mosqu hem as we think of love's young dream, My love is fair, T gu Whatever else she may be now ‘t matter, If I may share What she can spare Of kisses when at last [can get at her. My dearest “* Amarye,” [ suppose you'd kick to kill | If I should press your lips at our first meetin, But when we became * acquaint Then I s’pose all your complaint Will be, I think, a kiss not worth repeati O © Rilly,” by the way, I bad to pay to-day A wash bill and a board bill for July, So you will pl Me if I don't pe cream signs ef crf, as Ww If you can spare this ditty Away to Gotham city TN send it, and for me “twill win sor 1 then, dear Amaryl Tl cream thee up, thou maid of many freckles. Vom RYMAN, Our Little Folks’ Post-Office. THE LONG AND SHORT OF «Say, Shorty, what's vour business, anyway?” CONDUCTED BY AUNT JANE. © Well, you have been long enough around here to know. Dean Ciitnrex:—The good editor of this paper has finally consented to devote a portion of it to your especial interests, ‘The editor loves little children, teon. ‘Ten of his danghters are at the wa cring places snaring birds, ‘Two of his boys are in the service of the United State: Long Branch, Jul, they are engaged in geological researches — Dear AcNT JaNe:—I'm dead. broke with alot of other promising young men. Got left on the ra Send me a thousand Night, the sable, sh 3 They all wear beautifully striped garments. — by telegraph. Your nephew, Whove drearsome mantle drops The others, twins, are yet in You Winter. Slighted by electric light may now bring out your little pens, little on a bottles of ink and little bits of paper, and Dear Cuntpren:—The sad, sad waves, : exercise your little m Tell me all Will play couching melodies of melancholy Kestacy, snpremest bliss: about your pets, your vacation frolics and in Wallie’s ears, ‘The swallows will dip Sibel d HAN other interesting things. Address all letters their glossy wings into the aznre-tinted The rpture of the raptured kiss, — to Aunt Jane, this office. [print here a Ocean, but Willie will go in vain to the CLARA few letters sent me by some charming little tph office for the one thousand. lar car, don’t throw any more poetry folks. I hope sou will all join inand help Your Aunt Jano is too old a bird to be | g cast pet dogs and cats, make this department a suc ns onal HW Mt l Mt. Mere bugs for money, or even Pompeiian bean fiance s uty 1, 1985, 12 ® Pretty lett va Muhawk blossom: | pots, but if you Toro us keep pour Boston : aun i anes _ poetry in the cellar, Ruptured kiss is fair, ‘ion an AUNT JANE am reeled d ; Uties, duly 2, 1885, | and [ trust your pa raised the young man of eitle Folks’ Post Tam only a wee. DEAR Aust dayes—What' ig’ the pre: | eulehaw over the Bay. tle hascie: but T've got, a real Chinese dag Yailing style in dog's blankets? My pa just = : : tailed cat and adude fora lover, Slt me # pretty pitz from w York. . _ Brooklyn, uly 4.1885. and airing ea cs teoety, How can T take care of him best? Dean Aust Jaxe:—I know you have the de cidients andi tL migt: ber very cave Mixsie, | little boys who are in trouble. I fired off a a 7 . ker under a man’s chair, It went off ful not to hurt my dude lover. He wears The prevailing style in blankets uow is) before I thought. The man fell over back- previous pants. “Pants of the previors the oaken cage with fonr-wheel trimmings, | wards, [was inunder. He wei summer. His cane is all worn smooth, for cut biased by a wall-eyed man and tucked | hundred pounds, My elbow. is he derives nourishment from the benzine on both sides by four ragged boys with club | What shall I do to pass away the time varnish. Iam too tired to write any more. puffing. The best care to be taken of a Gronare. I must now go and dress for this evening’s Spitz dog, is the nearest river if there is no . hop. Mavpte. bologna sausage factory handy. death before the season is ended, with eane- | lover of beans. Most poets are. There, I'll varnish, Maudie will give him the dismal | have to own up now. — [do write poetry for ener chill and marry a rink manager when pump. | AMantic, Century and Harper's, They are 0 haa fo kins are ready to mow, very kind for they always send it back to me. [will dash off two stanzas to show you my style, Please let me know what you think of the lines. . Some lovers on front stoops peers; 2c sts? Deak Cuitpren:—Cannot you make up : a a box of books to send to poor Georgie? Dean Cuitprex:—Maudie is a pretty Send such as these: ‘ Big-Monthed Mick, penman, and has been on the turf some Boston, July 3, 1885. | High Monk Monk.” Ten Indians twenty seasons. I hope she will enjoy her- Deak Aunt Jaye:—Mamina says it’s | Drowned By One Pill’”—liver pill: *Jew- self with her dog and cat, and trust the just too sweet for anything. I mean my | hilliking Jim, ‘The Jackass of the Jung! sweet dude lover will choke himself to pretty Pompeiian bean pot. [am a great and others of this kind, Wes. RELL comicbooks.com