Judge — August 13, 1887 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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i summer's halcyon day. Her work complete on tree and leaf and flower, 2 Shedrowsy rests beneath the forest spray, Or wastes ‘mid golden sheaves her noontide hour. The locust lulls her with his droning pipe, The cricket woos her to her nightly rest, The scent of ruddy fruits and grains full ripe Mingles with wilted flowers upon her breast. Earth, air and water, lily, leaf and fruit Her brightest tints the summer sun has given, And now she sitteth mid her treasures mute: And dreams her finished work atype of heaven, HE WASN'T TO BLAME. City editor—‘ How could you make such a mistake as to write about the Hon, Mike Kelly as the pig-iron man of Pennsylvania? Mike Kelly is the celebrated ba: all man of Boston.” Reporter—“* Well, if you'd take me off ‘sporting matters’ and put me on to ‘educational interests,’ perhaps I'd have a chance to learn something about Mr. Kelly.” A LITTLE MIXED, “That was fine set of china the boys gave Harry on his birth- day,” said a Boston wife to a friend. ‘It came direct from Cochin.” “Is that so? Won't you let me see it? I have often wanted to examine that there Cochin China. I've heard a good deal about it.” Joe. Soneiid {\ Towson erste = th, A CASE OF SITEAR™ CARELESHNESS, OLD CHOCOLATE’S TARGET PRACTICE. De tinkah am smuat in ’is way, but he can’t shoe a hoss, De po’ man wants a-many Uings, but de miser wants all. W'en yo’ is chasin’ de ‘coon, nebbah min’ de jack-rabbit's track. Club-footed an’ dough-headed doau’ make any diffence ef yo! got a bank account. De man dat waits fo’ fo'chune toe gib ‘im ’is share ob good tings nebbah gits nuffin’, Wiile de lazy fa'maah am makin’ up ‘is min’ on w'ich co'nah ob de ‘tatah patch toe begin diggin’, de bugs haaves’ de crop. De man dat improves on de record ob ‘is ancestahs am ‘w ob de man dat p'ints toe de tombstones in ‘is fam'ly gravey asked w’o he am. 4. A. WALDRON, ‘AMPLE REMUNERATION. Rev. Jasrer—" Yes, I'se preach de gospel now, Bre'r Randolph.” Raxporn—" How much money you git fo" dat Rev. Jaspen — Four dollars a week.” Rawvouru—" Fore de Lord! Bre’r Jasper, ain't dat berry poor pay 1 Kev. Janren—" Y-e-es; but it am berry poor preachin’, Bre'r Randolph.” BOTH OF ONE MIND. “Do you like men who flirt 7” she asked; and he, uncertain what to say, murmured: Well, it depends.” “Ido,” was her decisive answer; and that settled it—he agreed with her. SHE WAS FROM BOSTON. “Ah, see how beautiful that little star is!” he whispered in the shadow. “Little!” she exclaimed with a tinge of scorn; ‘that’s Saturn, and a planet, not a star,” and he felt crushed. STRANGE. A poor old fellow who had grown as deaf as fifty posts said the other day: “How funny it is; I still see plenty of hand-organs in the street, but they never seem to play.” THE FORCE OF HABIT. In court. “* Prisoner, what is your calling ?” “Workman, without work; and, your honor, I've now got so used to it that if times should get better, I give you my word I don't believe I should be able to do a stroke.” Ef some men cud fly, da ud go so high dat yo! ud nebbah see um agin.