Judge — December 26, 1885 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. A TAIL O The Poet stood by t And out on the o “0, sailor.” he cried, At the bark anchored the “What is it that wav From her rig I'm really The p asign “0, loon That's a shirt whi Briefs Submitted. It will always pay for a builder to suspect the designs of an architect. Beautiful invariably reaches the editor’s sanctum in the form of slush. “The Devil's Auction” Baltimore.” loaded his choic Philadelphia. Snow was a failure in ct is, the old man had un- wares at New York and ‘There must be a peculiarly quality in the atmosphere of W Even the poorest jokes of the funny are capital jokes. shilarating “The report the Goverdme! that can’t be floate If it won't float, put it where it belongs—in the sinking fund. An American citizen is, of course, pleased to religious observance pt up at the White House: but family worship had better be omitted. It is apt to lead to nepotism, Steadman decides that ‘* Poe and Haw- thorne were the last of our romancers.” This is most unkindly cut at Joe Mulbatton and the author of * Florida as a Paradise for Invalids.” A London doctor says that cold water, in a case of syncope is an excellent thing. A syncope case for cold water may be a stylish thing, but the old oaken bucket is good enough for us. Indifferent Party (reading paper)—‘* I see hey still have Ward mounting stoves at ing Sing.” Phila. Mem. P. R. A.—** Dear me! I hope thestovesaren’t red hot. Think of the poor soles of his feet.” “Last week there were ten suicides in Berlin.” There seems to be a lack, in Ber- lin, of shaky tenement houses, rusty boilers, f the land, can ye F THE he Pilot's ocean looked he. . we over the tide SEA. n the lee! es so white in the wind n of distress! jot laughed loud, and be spat at the breeze, Which returned to the Pt t's eye: t understand — ich iS bung out to dry!” THOS. W. TRESIDDER. | combustible hotels, and other labor-saving | contrivances. “Phe Emperor of Austria has sent one hundred thousand cigarettes to the Servian wounded.” His Majesty might find ways less deadly and less shabby of showing false friendship for the Servians. A rural correspondent asks ‘how to make a successful hot-bed.” —‘I'wo feather- beds arranged over a hot-air register will make a sufficiently hot bed. — But you are too late. August is the month for hot beds. COLD 000,000 in silver | Litter Gesste GREEDY HANGS HIS STOCKING OUTSIDE THR CHIMNEY ty NOT ENTIRELY BE SURE TO GET IT FILLED, RUT THE SHOEMAKER'S LOSS. Dean Tow Our little Susie's gone! pur little awl, of my mother's heart dust six years old this Pall That she would live for many year We never had a doubt, It never « | our minds, you know, That Susie could peg out. Our Susy suddenly took sick With cramps and bil We thought ¢ For us fever, hh hour would be ber last, hing could relieve her While we were watel (Diretly after supper) Our little Susie left this world And went into the upper. her, one night, in the yard’s nd forsaken; (My mother’s hand sewed all the seed) And now our Susy’s taken, And never more she'll shoe the hens Or chase the little rabbit; The alli gaiter will not swim, As was his usual habit. She had # noble sole—our Sue— And we can only feel Ours is a loss that neither time And now our little, darling Sue With angel choirs is singing! (She had a good soprano voi So loud, so clear, so ringing Roses and smilax lined the box We carried Susy off in, And "Gates Afar,” “At Rest,” and “* Home" Were placed upon ber coffin. I send you Susy’s photograph, A lock of hair to boot— Tl never own anoth Your Cousin, Davip Root. 0 HE CAN SATISFIED WITH His SUCCESS. comicbooks.com