Judge — June 11, 1887 — page 7: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Sidge- GOLDEN ROD. She stood with all the blossoms round her Oh! that I werethe breeze about her blowing smiling To fold her softly, silently and sweet! And winsome face uplifted to the sky, re her tangled hair wi ° A itas toog upon kee tice testi I'd crown her tangled hair with dew-drops glisten, T'd bloom the brightest where her footsteps ‘The golden rod was bending to her tuning, trod, : The summer breezes softly Hngered neag; Ad when she sang I'd lowly lean and listen The birds had stopped to listen to her croon- _ T her, my queen, my living in, How could I wake from such a pleasant And chirp their fond approval in her ear. dreaming And think her wicked when she looked s0 fair? How could I think that s1 only seeming Her tangled curls were golden light and shadow, In spiteof witching eyes and tawny hair? Her laughing eyes beneath her curls were brown; She looked a+ if she grew there in the meadow, —_ For since, I've learned, she saw me through the With golden rod a-nodding ‘gainst her gown. shadow ‘As T stood gazing, rooted tothe sod, ont vet ver inal tox’ ceivlee And she was only © posing” in the meadow, ht that I were a flower beside her growing, Becanse she knew she looked like golden rod. A broken blossom bending at her feet ; KITTY &, HE WAS A MISSOURI EDITOR. “What's that?” inquired a man of a Chicago bookstore clerk, as he picked up a pen. “That's a pen,” replied the clerk. pme new-fangled thing, ain’t it?” “Oh, no; they have been sold for a good many years. Didn't you ever sce one before?” asked the clerk. ** No,” the other responded. * And how is the newspaper business out in Missouri, anyway?” inquired the clerk, gauging his customer. THE CHANGE IN FASHIONS. “We have some very eligible matches,” said the manager of a matrimonial bureau to a young lady customer.“ Here's the portrait of an Italian count and there's one of a millionaire’s coachman.” “Tm afraid they won't suit,” she replied, shaking her head. * Haven't you any bridge-jumpers or base-ball men¢” A WARNINO TO BOA-CONKTRICTORA NOT TO SWALLOW LITTLE BOYS WITH BALLOONS. HEARD IN AN INTELLIGENCE OFFICE. Lady—* How long have you been in this countr; Bridget--** Jist wan wake, mum.” Lady—"* What can you do?” Bridget—* Nothiw’ at all, mum, but Oi'm aisy to tache.” amine Lady—" What wages do you want?” Jeo Suoce (somewhat near-sighted) —" Dash it! It’s so darned blamed dark thet I've Bridget- “Sixteen dollars, ut. cee Lae hae onl the ee taiaee Ii kin aw ta tat Bieoh G tar thas ow post and eany Lady (in amazement)—" Why do you ask so much when you {a mornin have everything to learn?” So Bridget (insinuatingly)—“ Shure, mum, yez must consider the expinse of me comin’ over!” COMING HOME FROM THE EUCHRE PARTY. “T think, John, that you acted real mean to-night. Why, only last week you said that you could never, never get along without me, andafter we began pla ing together you said you wanted to ‘go it alone,’ just as if I were no good—and before all those people too! I think— it —was—was. real—horrid —in you! When ye see er knife all rusted over ye kain't tell ef it’s iron or steel, an’ it’s jes’ the same with er human. The LUNLOOKED-FOR SPEED.—2. rust has got to be scraped THE BLUE RIVALS. Jeo (just waking up)—"Gee Whittaker Moses! ef ther old hoss ain't gone and broke off afore ye kin tell. iiure Moxpay—Whew! He's the last one I thought his hatter. Whoa! Ain't he a-kitin'? Inever seen him git eo in all my bora days, Whoa: What he’s made on. wonld knock me out, comicbooks.com