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JUDGE THE WARS OF THE ROSES. IT was down at the beach, and in August, I think, When Gwenn wore the red rose and Pauline the pink, And I could not for life of me clearly decide (And a worldling might such indecision derid Which one of these maidens, so constantly seen, I most deeply adored—whethcr Gwenn or Pauline. Pauline was a maiden as round and as fair Asa peach, all a-glow in the inidsummer air; And the yowns that she wore, if of satin or lace, Were but exquisite foils to an exquisite face. Lam sure I had loved her the most had I seen This divine one alone—this delightful Pauline t But if, witched by this siren, I lingered, oh then There appeared on the plaza the Juno-like Gwenn, With a grace that was stately and grand us a queen. Not a whit was she like the ecstatic Pauline, But her manner, so gracious and pensively sweet, Dixarmed me, and down went my heart at her feet. O precious Pauline! And O, glorious Gwenn! You are always dividing the hearts of us men. To the blue eyes or brown should I yield up the sway Was the question that haunted me day after day Till the summer had flown as the summer will fly, And off went Pauline and Gwenn, off too went I. Resolved to see more of them both, I returned ings in the double flame burned ; HAD COMPANY BUT ONCE. ¥" often was seen Mr. and Mra. 8. are just home after mummering. With the queenly robed Gwenn and the dainty Pauline. Mus. S.—* How does it happen, Sarah, that I find no provisions in the house, when I left such an abundance of fat my. i everything °° Do you doubt that my ardor was hat assuaged fanas eI don't know, mum, onles It waz some o” th’ Clancy kids found the keys to th’ buttery th’ When TI heard—Gw married and Pauline night we he wake av thelr poor dead father right here in this very room. That waz th’ only tolme we had engaged? DUVVA MOKOAN stTH. company while ye were gone, mum.” make a little money, but when it gets in print that you’ve made a for tune and you have all the creditors of twenty years’ impecuniosity stacking up their bills against you, I can assure you its mighty blank- ety blank uncomfortable. I was in hopes I could settle at ten cents on the dollar, like an honorable New Yorker, before they found out my luck.” Having occasion to be in Wall street, Colonel Ochiltree describes a scene on the stock exchange on a panicky day as reminding him of a cart wheel broken off an axle while the vehicle was in rapid motion. cansox (ane FASTIDIOUS. ‘Trawr--" Teddy, will yex move funder into the doorway? This dhraft from the gratin’ is bad for me rheumatics.* THE JUDGE'S BENCH WHITTLINGS. There is considerable dry humor in the composition of Stephen 2 Elkins, the big, blue-eyed giant who ran Mr. Blaine’s campaign in 1884. He was out west a couple of years ago in company with a num- ber of ladies and gentlemen. Among the gentlemen was Judge J. C. Nonnile. The judge is known as one of the witty geniuses of the Mississippi valley. He isa bachelor, and in the presence of the lad had put on airs of constraint that were not in keeping with his reputa- tion as a conversationalist, when Mr. Elkins said slily, ‘' Ladies, it is not excessive dignity, but lumbago, that affects my fried Normile. He can’t unbend.” The ice broke under everybody at this point, and the judge was thereafter the life of the party. Colonel Tom. Ochiltree’s latest story is at his own expense, There was a widely published report that the colonel had made a hundred thousand dollars in stocks. The idle uptown crowd of New York THE NEW ORDINANCE, gathered around the colonel immediately, first to congratulate him Poticeaas—"" Hil there! Stop: All music must cease at midnight.” . PELINE SEREN, —" You're aw 4 mayo se ut wi ill one and secondly to share in his good luck. “Hold on, boys,” was the, /PRNE S#REXADER—" You're away off. The mayor says catgut may be twirled illo colonel’s bland reply to the’ ratulations, ‘‘Its a good thing to (The mayor of New York haadecided that stringed indrumentamay he player til 1 am. comicbooks.com