Judge — December 12, 1885 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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THE SOLDIER'S LAM QUILT. A CRAZY Llive in what they call the sweetest village in our county; Being once a boy in blue, who lived on Uncle Sam uel’s bounty; But today I'm all forlorn to think what blood will yet be spilt By the ladies of our Post, al Quilt a darned old Crazy They say when first these Indies did ‘ ze, Phey made a le w The scorn with which they took us fellows wil But, alas! they made no by-law that would suit that Crazy Quilt of by-laws, fit for Sol advice, made all ‘They've a President and Vices three; and Secreta: ries too; They keep the minutes bang-up style, they are a bang up crew; ‘Their harmony be kilt, ted they should have # fair Crazy Quilt was perfect, till a cuss whe should si and make a We boys knew what was coming when we heard the awful news; How every patch would cause some eharmi to entha For her own, “the very cutest made sinee ark was built,” And dead sure to be Cry Quilt the center of our famous And we ku committee, Who were bound to the folks h would have her one dear friend, resolved, with hand on hilt e other woman from appeari Quilt they would be nd have a et their patches in where all 1d see And To keep 0 that And they went and did itas we feared; 1 we've squirmed, ever And wrigzled to avoid expressed opinions that were wormed From every member of the Post, afraid he might get kilt, Before he'd done disputing on that darned old. Crazy Quilt For all the women who were not on that high com mit And whose pate the folk lander u run a tilt, make the heavens trewt nd Quilt Kd not get a place where all ould se Got the like kni; ts of old, resolved And te but they'd have ‘Then the high committee rose in wrath and called the others names; (' Frauds” and Ts swore they'd st ssed a resolution that the} wilt, And would break up the society about that second Quilt were the mildest), and they p stich games So they so would not And that’s why the Post's in mourning; our fightin, day's gone by; We like to take life easy; die, We are not pining for a row to spoil the Post we built; we no longer thirst to THE JUDGE. And we times wish Old Nick had first and second Quilt both the | Our stout commander loses tesh. senior vice looks ber is expected to take fail And yet the most of us ean hardly ailt in the our sides and not to | | the awful | | fui, to sell, both first and second | the best in and we bers, never | | You should see me spilt But today we're rn to think of blood that's being By the fairest of creation, all about a Crazy Quilt GAR, OYE? wl writes for the rich tof writing his will, [N. 0.1 No man who eats onions can keep the | habit a secret. It will leak out im way. —[Lynn Union. Among the last man is tl Yicayune. some Johnnie Mahler says that a man can asquare drink out of a round bottle just easy as he could before the war.—[Pretz The next Ohio legislature will contain over fifty colored me that there will be two black Republicans and aboat fifty | blue Democrats. —[Newman Independent. The Czar of Ru is so terrorized by the Nihil that he won't take a hint) without having it analyzed to ascertain whether it contains poi {Newman Independent. been in South Flor- ida for the past week says the beef in that ction is so tough as to render it almost im- ible to even stick a fork in the gravy [Savannah Ne A drummer who h The alumni of Yale are to build a gym- nasium valued at $100,000, and it is to be hoped with this expenditure to dev er able to Mr. Sullivan, the protege of Harvard. —[Syracuse Standard, ‘They are poking fun at the cumbersome name of the new California Institution, “The Leland Stanford, Jr., University.” It won't be handy when the boys try to shout, “Rah, Rah, "Rah, for old Leland nford, Jr—[ Waterbury American, Litterary man (laughingly) —‘ Yes, 1 took to literature naturally [ was vacci- naed froma quill, you know.” — Friend (grimly) —* The world would have been the gainer if you had been vaccinated from a | pick or shovel.”—[ Boston Courier. A cat got into a church organ in a west- ern city, and when the congregation assem- bled on Sunday morning and hea frightful and plaintive comy animal issuing from the assistant worshipper, thought a new and better organist: had been engaged since the preceding Sabbath. Norristown Herald. “Ella Wheeler's feeling that is alive to the eternal breathes in all the airs of heaven; which is tangh by the life of every living thing, and which throbs in the palpitating s ” Persons who have read her Poems of VP didn’t suppose she was so blame pious, [Norristown Herald. A Chi religion is | school re | that a jar of favorite pr The Indian children at the ( tly shipped to ditfer in the West no less than threes stove pipe, If it is the intention « Government to put the braves to pipe together we tay outbreak. ‘There are li dian’s patience. —[Philad “Thay work?” the maya r, who was charged w your Honor, Tam an then ve your IL Pa., neies the this epare for an to an In- Il. swell } phia Ca Do you do ed the pris- hey oe eas or.” Ah, well don’t work, you play.” “Ah, yes ror: you only see me on the when Tr to colle p magis tered “day laborer” against the pr name and gave him an honorable disel (Burdet you any ecenpatio an, ite stage tryi ens oner’s “Did you hear that. Gol of the Lambskin Mi during a brief Jull in the h mi qnoted the other. No.1, “but he hit « mining eh time. What's offered for 200 Atel ton Ba mig, president died coker of “another at the ex- hi Company, one b An Italian doctor bas di of petrifying hum the idea is a new one about it. Before overed a method ind chiims that ere is nothing new the war a San Antonio doctor turned a negro woman into. stone. ‘The stone he turned her into was a dia- mond, worth a thousand dollars, that being the price she brought at auction. [Tex A little boy in) Warrenton his unt in the country not lon: On , at thedinner table, the lady complained rves had mysteri- ously disappeared from the pantry. one present disclaimed any knowl the fact, except the little boy, who remain studiously silent. At length he w if he knew what had become of t fruit, when he re i me to talk at ta ifting: d visi since. mi “ My pa don’t allow Am you de. ‘pinion Ser-which, Mr. knows de ts yo" ‘pinion “fokes hol’s dar’s facts ning Colechisel idee, Mr, Widemouf. nis ketchin’? 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