Judge — December 12, 1885 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. MARY M'GEE. It was not a great ma In a city by the That a maiden lived, whom you did not know, By the name of Mary McGee And this mai¢ By a man named Terrence O'Sh y years ago, n loved, and was loved in return Now her lover was Irish, and asa Celt, As by their names you can see: And they loved each other intense y and strong— and Mary McGee With a love that was simple and sweet to bebold, But with proper proprie-tec But her parents frowned on ber lover O'Shea, ‘or he lucked gentil i-tec And he worked on the dump at the foot of the street Where lived his Mary MeGe For papa Mc Anda And Was ben jee was an Alder boss” in his ward was he, son-in-law who worked on the dump, ath his dig-enit But their love was as strong as the smells on the dum| In this city by the sea, And the Unbek ay was fixed when wed pwn to the parents MeGee. 1 they'd be, But, alas! for the frailty of human hop In this world of uncer Terry fell off the dump a The effect of too much whis-kee And the dump and the dumpers shall never Hear the voice of Terry O'Shea in-tee, 1 was drowned, one day, In the sixth floor back she sits and pines, In this city by the sea And the dainty odors from Hunter's Point, sweet and savo-ri Are wafted through the auburn hair, Of disconsolate Mary McGee At night from her window, she looks at the moon, From sixth sto-ree. And fancies shi (OL The i oom in th in his shining face, it is mere fan-cee) le feat = of he Her darling Terry O'S Her belo Ab, met Who lies unheeding, with his toes turned up, Far ¢ beloved, al Terry in the ceme-te-ree. The origi of this was by Who called it ** Anabel Lec Iv's been parodied oft, there are so man That rhyme with Ls + Sea, So 1 took the license of making it fit To the story of Mary MeGee. r A. Poe, words * and Briefs Submitted. A novel inquiry—‘* What will he do with it?” Only a question of time—** What o'clock is it?” teh editor. man over-bored "—the newspaper She lost her heart, but she said, mind, it was only the deuce. “ Never Lord Jolin Manners has been Leicestershire. manners. ‘The powers seem to think that the Bal- kan difficulty will not be made smoother by the intervention of Greece. mobbed at An English mob wants no Riel has been hanged; and thereby hangs amoral: Don’t monkey with rebellion un- | cheap at fifty thousand, you happen to be a citizen of the United Mr, James Danna, ina late gunning ex- pedition, mistook his friend fora deer, at peppered him according mistook him for a deer friend. Gonzal ex-president of Mexico, has been impeached. Our ex-presidents can never hope to attain to such honor, hi indulge too much in obscurity and oblivion. A dry-goods firm informs the public that n be furnished for Whereas stylish divorce s tits, for instance, ure considered ‘The latest revolution in Central America was finished in a day. e Central Ameri- can Republics, with a little more practice, may hope to discount the buzz saw in the rapidity of their revolutions. A Washington news item informs us that **the President is growing so stout that he Perhaps be only | buttons his | the button ho by the urgent | rush of office-se land to death. is being too much seized on ocrat. But seriously the ers is fattening Mr. Cleve- erdinand Ward is developing physical- according to a late state prison report. Sing Sing promises, in fact, to discount Canada as a desirable residence for gentle- men who have injured their health by devel- oping financially. That night he dreamed of a curious mon- ster compounded of a barber's sign and the legs of a circus clown. Pr he had a vision of his beloved of stockings dangling ious to retiring Ss newe wir from the clothes-line. Some good Democrats are that Mr. Cleveland has a habit ing to the tales of oflice-scekers, of standing with his arms behind his b The Presi- dent is evidently making a powerful effort to keep his hands clean. complain while listen= OUR No. 1, advertised as ‘+a large, good stove, ample to warm the room nic BOARDING HOUS want for the stove, and no questions aske ‘*all the coal you A Story at Our Depot. “ Torrible. horrib! v horrible. He was a fat drummer at first sight; his little round nose as if to see what his month was saying. * What has happened?” chimed who is always around every depot. “Why, little fresh ai between the 1 with my own eye horrible! horrible!” Here the fat 1 And did it kill him he fat man opened his eyes, How could it? Only forty him, my dear madame? flat cars; after the forty case after forty-seven car see What damage had been done. rails pay ! sir; Ts rsa seventh ear had pa: as run ove If ‘Oh! Tam so glad he wasn’t killed,” ex And so am I,” said the fat man, he train had ju man ittle fellow buttoned up ina neat suit of clothes, that in the usual old woman in closed his eyes as though to shut out the sight. broke in the old woman, 1 in an easy ways ven cara and they only Lo: No indeed; he only ditched the a man—and ¢ «d to me he or fractured any of the car wheels, as the company would went forward to the smoker to smoke and think what idiots s I never want to witness such a si gain.” imed him a mustache peeped over his curled lawn-te1 in mourning and specta- * said the fat man after getting his breath; ** 1 walked down the track to get a when standing watching a freight train pas: brakeman fall down Oh, it was T saw i even cars pass over him. “Oh, no; it didn’t kill him, with pig iron, coal, ete. Kill ne and four tox-cars, nine Lover him he jumped up—as is always the mmenced to examine the track to glid he hadn't broken any of the eit out of his January aimed the usual old woman. come in, the old woman and her band-boxes got aboard, the fat me people are. comicbooks.com