Judge — June 4, 1887 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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A PARADOX. (LULLABY.) EE, the sunset faintly lingers. Sleep, my baby, sleep ! Just to kiss thy chubby fingers ; Stars thy rest shall keep. Are the little dream-imps flitting Round thee, free from care? Do they show a reverence fitting For thy scanty hai Drooping lashes veil the wonJer In thine eyes so deey Night's dark portals roll asunder, Sleep, my baby, sleep! DUFFIELD OSBORNE. THE JUDGE'S CHARGE. HOW TO RECUPERATE. Now get out into the country. Why ¢ be so nice to get back again. RIGHTEOUS RERTIBUTION. Since the publication of the forged Parnell letter the London Times is principally known as the Blunderer, GIVE '™ ROOM. There are so many collisions of large vessels lately that it seems necessary to enlarge the Atlantic ocean. GONE TO MEET MR. CROESUS. George W. Childs has two maxims—" Do the best and leave the ‘What can’t be cured must be endured.” Or, in other ne to rest and it is best,” and “It will not keep, so let us And these maxims, it is said, have made his temporary and his everlasting fortune. Because, dear sir, it will HIS PAINFUL EMBARRASSMENT, Mr. William T. Orr, whose Boston wife recently gave birth toa babe, was unable to rejoice over the accession because of an unexpected visit from his Brooklyn wife and his two Brooklyn children. The awk- wardness of such situations is great enough to be appalling; and it em- phasizes the extreme indelicacy of some women who are old enough to know better, HE SHOULD HAVE AIMED AT HIS HE4D. A young man who recently shot himself in the shoulder did it to create the impression that his rival in the affec young woman had tried to kill him, He meant, however, merely to pierce his over- rout; so that he must be credited with conspiracy, foolishness, and, worst of all, bad marksmanship. The awkwardness of youth with destructive weapons cannot be too much deprecated. Either the wea- pons should be taken from them or they should hire somebody else to do the shooting. NOT BUILT THAT WAY. Enrror to comic artist—" By the way, Mr. Knowdoode, I wish you would get us up some society sketches ; something real toney, y . MUSIC AND BEER. ., Acat in the moonlight so clear 3} Went tosleep on akeg without fear, But a watch-dog of law Knocked her off with his paw, And then there was music and beer. maxsox. THE SELFISHEST MAN, elor is a man who has no regard for anybody but himself, to be kicked because of that slight pull on his ungenerous ‘A CLEAR CASE OF INNOCENCE, They tell of an assemblyman who, coming to New York to sce what he could without his rural spectacles—and besides it was i ning—was caught with some of his clothes off. " said the policeman who raided him. ‘ Nothing, my child,” was the quick response of the lady of the establishment.“ Nothing but tiis he looked so horrible in his country garments that I made him shed them.” < S ‘ALL HE COULD SEE. Miss Swapezeian—" Ob, Mr. Candor, I'm so glad to see you! What do you think of my ew gown Mr. Caxpor (much embarrassed)—" The—ah—the rose is beautiful.” WAS T "SECRETARY BAYARD? There are persons who never discover a fact or an opportunity within three weeks after the same has occurred. When they discover it it is too late to do them any good, and they have no resource but to turn around and kick themselves half to death, We know of a man who had to be formally introduced to his cook every morning for ten years, When, finally, he died, and they put a harp in his hands, he remarked with a start of surprise, “Soho! I'm dead and resurrected. am I? I will play presently; but, tell me! who was the undertak and what kind of a funeral was it?” There are men who are too pre vious, There are likewise those who are too late. OUT OF TOWN. The man who is out of town is not happy. There are rainy ¢ s with the thermometer where it belongs in Novembe He has not accustomed himself to the new situation. The fishing is bad, or That part of his trousers which covers his boots is bedraggled by the wetness of the evening grass and the inconvenience of sand and med. There are great voids in the company. The brass band is afflicted with insufferable hoarseness and insufficiency of enthusiasm. It is damp, chilly, lonesome; and there is that un wholesomeness of atmosphere which poorly satisfies his physical or mental condition. He looks back to the city and the quiet and noisy places to which he has been accustomed, and heaves a sigh. He is miserable, He is more miserable than the man who has remained in town and doesn't expect to get away. comicbooks.com