Judge — September 17, 1887 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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FISH LIES. FHORTER grow the summer days, “= Softly falls the -—— autumn haze: And we know the fish lies shorten With the briefer sum. mer da And the stories of the fishers Do not strike us with amaze, pvelty of al ling Falls upon our weary gaze. All the tales of nutty flavor Cannot i er's cheerful blaze, Looking back upon the summer contented days, er's hair will rai-e. Eke of trout in spotted beauty. And the bass with silve h casts as W; NO WONDER. In the Alps. The guide leads a couple to the brink of a frightful precipice, and then says in a mournful tor “Tbrought a gentleman and his wife here last yes leaned over too far and disappeared, The gentleman’ said it was one of the finest views he had ever seen.” THE ONLY SUBSTITUTE. “Wedon't keep any leeches now “They have gone out of use entirely.” “But the doctor says they are the only thing that will save my husband's life. Oh, what shail T do?” cried the poor v ing her hands in great distress “The only advice I can gi “is to go over to Jersey + Ma'am,” said the druggist. n, Wring- > you, ma'am,” returned the pill-roller, ud capture i couple of mosquites. THOUSANDS OF MEN ARE LIKE IT. SANUIOE Monatier—" Dear me, how terribly human that ass is] Although he's upto his neck in plenty, yet he mu HIS FIRST EXPERIENCE WITH THE HAMMERLESS GUN. Fire quick, Spietzer! Don't you see that the trap ix sprung 1° fellers vos prey fraish, ain'd it, to try « Cherman weteran to fool mit WHEN A VESSEL IS NOT A VESSEL. In the Brooklyn ard An old sailor hy rd of the death of tain of aman of under whom he has sailed over many miles of blue sea. He tries to squeeze out a tear or two. did he die @” he asks as soon as his emotion allows ¢ rupture of a ve “Ohta tine death, a noble death that, for a sailor!” A SEASIDE ROMANCE. They were sitting silently on the by. The yelle but she never the atching the waves roll him look bilious * he mur- mured in a | “and he said I was suffering from fection of the heart.” She started violently. The dream of her life seemed about to be realized. But still it seemed like hopin, inst hope. He was the son of a millionaire, while she tried on cloaks ina Hebrew firm. Yet his manner and words were so natural that she was convinced he was sincere, and she turned half around so that she could fall into his arms at the critical moment without knock- ing his pot-bellied hat off into the water, “he went on in the old listless way; “the doctor says it has gone so far that he couldn't speak for my life unless I gave up ”— * What?” she screamed in a voice as sad and mocking as the waves that washed the French dressing off her doll: nd-forty-nine-cent kids. “Smoking cigarettes.” he replied, turning around to see what ailed her. THE DUDE'S ULTIMA THULE. Aw, waitah,” drawled out a dude in Del- monico's, ‘take away this beastly stuff. Weally, T cawn't go this common bread. Haven't yaw any of the imported, yaw know (” comicbooks.com