Judge — April 24, 1886 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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In famed Pekin a mandarin, A horrid creature, old as sin, Lived with his daughter fair : A maiden with a banjo face, Whose eyes were black, whose step was grace, Whose surname was Ah There, A proud old chap, this noble Jap, Who wore a blue ball on his cap, f rank and birth walked about Pekin 8 wore a gracious grin, As if he owned the earth. Of young Ah There, his daughter fair, He took the most uncommon care, And never let her look Upon a man, or go at all Beyond the lofty bamboo wall ‘That marked her garden nook. So there she sighed and sobbed and cricd For sweet companionship denied, And wasted quite away : Until a puppy pedling chap, Who long had loved her, chanced to rap Upon the gate one day. vine how very fine young pedler seemed to shine Before her eager glance. -What if he traded most in cat? She never smelt a single rat— It was her first romance. To make it short, he paid his court ; To lag in love was not his sort, And on that very day Ah There resolved at once to slip And with her lover seek his ship, ‘That lay a mile away. Ah, sad to tell what then befell ! Just when about to say farewell And seek another shore, The mandarin hove into sight ; And what a look of grim delight His saffron features wor “Ah There! Ah There! My daughter fair t He cried to the unhap| “1 bid you stay your ship The mandarin, your noble pap, Would gi i something, gentle Jap, Before your wedding trip!” He led them where his factories glare, Turned smoky all the sunny And where his huge ma Turned out all kinds of fans, and hue In colors gold and green and blue And violets and greens. He bade them choose—could they refuse Totake one? Ah, the fearful ruse That villain put in plan! For ere they knew he pushed them in The vast machine, and in the bin Soon lay a monstrous fan ! ‘This is the sad, sad tale I had To tell of Ah There and her dad, The manderin in b if on my fan, these figures see ! h to prove to you and me That all this story”s true ! ERNEST DE LANCY PIERSON, The Intermission. Congressman Pulitzer favors night sessions. He is 2a. M. bitious. The Chicago Tribune say of is the coming man.” the great-unthought- Here is egotism for you. Miss Braddon is a most facile and fertile writer. She has already written thirty novels—one every three years, | Asquaw ned Deth is telling fortunes with tea- leaves in Montreal. Probably she got her name from | the circumstance that she is happy hunting grounds. The unlucky captain of a New Bedford macke smack says he doesn't want any more geometry his. He went out for a try-angle and brought back a wreck-tangle. They talk of giving a gold medal to Judge Low of the senate commission. If it hadn't been for his [would meddle, Jaké Sharp's trouble might have ended before it began. The Boston Globe paragrapher stands up and remarks, ‘“Gen- ius is the capacity for making an ass of yourself at the unexpect- edly right moment.” Had his salary cut down, probably. Jefferson Davis, esq.: Lie low. Shoot lecturing. Give agri- cultural shows the go-by. Don'tsay a loud word. If you keep still enough, somebody may think you are dead. Yours truly. There never were any smarter women in the world than there arenow,. The talent and prowess of Hypatia, 4 Zantippe, Jezebel, Moll Pitcher, Semiramis, Sapphira, Be: Turner, Susan B. Anthony and Joan of Arcare equaled during the present century, and must pale the ineffectual glories in the effulgence of an’ old maid in Milwaukee who has just in- vented a four-story animated automatic adjustible bustle that needs winding up only once in eight days and is intelligent enough tow! heel right around out of the way when she sits down, THE HUMAN SANDWICH oy ry *ppy ted ee wm rt nafs Ss boy! oe ive. shee’ ht ae Suspends farted te AK Hhe street, by Aa in oF shine Betwee earls Ser travel, ae af ge % lin of wit weiiestle Srgitts nestrums. 728, cin plainly see'= wipe si, ic ine me = ie ot . Com eed. ba 3 oa on an erp And wear these placards, of TRY JAGGER'S Buc DEST ROVE . NORKEY'S TouGd# ON Boru: TAKE 9, K. CURE TOR JIM-JAMS ¢ “USE GILK'S ACHE- WRECKING bgtt An yetr lin sore disheartened !- ere ‘many meons,- Unies! Bese Chote metred runes f sasye: oly ere $rii pace ete bide. comicbooks.com