Judge — March 12, 1887 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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Sage: A BANJO SUITOR, hiopian on his knee tal ban did laden, banjo band a glee his latticed maiden. » the mellow tones that shook With bass the charme He sang a song from out a boo! Aid for his se From forth A hors had I And, sir, Love made Unbri With him. He also keeps, sir, sing JOHN ALBRO, OUR VARIETY SHOW. Tam learning how to darn, Effie: Lam learning how to darn; fll the hole up in my sock ith various kinds of yarn, And while my heart goes out to thee the twilight hour ball of n, And wh y bosom beats for thee To darn and darn and To darn my toe-less, he VoIck FROM STATE-ROOM—" Ow, wow! Ouch! that I should come to this,” ete. Finst oFFIcER—* Burst open that door!” STewarp—" Er's ‘fraid, sah—‘deed I is! To darn end thir k of my true love, To darn as I my needle shove About the hole my heel hath worn, Or where my larger toe hath torn A gaping rent So hard to close, Where in my hose My toes repose. I'm not a skilled darner, Effie; For oft I break my yarn, And sometimes as I think of thee I do my fingers harm. The needles do oft pierce and shock My cuticles, and not my sock. The above was written mai young man who went out to ed to a young woman a ig her when he got back with a big pile | of money—which he never did, in consequence | of never being able, with many others, to find | the gold he dug for, because it was not where he dug for it, but in some other place which ‘he never found. This young man and many | others, including myself, were obliged, through the absence of our mothers, wives and sweet- | hearts, to mend our own clothes, de socks and do our own washing, which by son of our inexperience H not, as a rule, perform otherwise than indiffer- well, if not worse; so that in case our shirts, after being washed and dried on the | line, remained still as to appearance and clean- liness about in statu quo—or, in other words, | about where they were when we took them off. ‘The poem given above I found in the young | man’s effects after he had been shot and died in a fandango house in Chinese camp in row concerning the alleged fraudulent substi- tution of an ace for a king in a pack of cands he was dealing. I found also near by the un- finished hole in the sock he was trying to close up in the manner indicated by the verses—or I should rather say I found the sock with the unfinished hole in it, if a hole can ever be said in any sense to be unfinished. It is hard A MARINE HORROR. Murder: Police! Occupant (appearing)—* What attend to his door +" corns wit! n our own | nor put such things on a proper explanation before a captions and carp public, who some wha 1 philosopher, if not a fool, means when ther do not know what they mean th “ young man was my bosom friend, and had be | not been fonder of cards and whisky than of | me he might have been my bosom friend still and have returned at last in safety with a bi pile to his first love in the mes insist on k astern slates own and his wifes ill it was al gone, when he could (this being free country have gone back for more. PRENTICE MULFORD. Silence is golden to the observing player. all this fuss about? Can't a ma i on hout havin’ the whole boat's crew banging comicbooks.com