Judge — March 10, 1888 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE OWED TO A LAMB. STEN to petroleum, Through the livelong How the ticking of the eighths Wears the hours away. Lambs are bidding strong and fast, Up the market heaves— From the fields producers sin Binding up the sheaves. And this proverb haunts my mind, As a spell is cast, The mill will never grind With the margin that has passed. How he droops ‘As they faint thing left but rue s ins prosper best in life, So they will with you. Honest thrift is honest gain, Nothing else will last ; The mill will never grind With the margin that has passed. You'll be empty pocketed When the new fields sprout. Treasure then this maxim wise, Take it, hold it fast— The mill will neve With the margin that has passed. Pan Take this lesson to thyself, Keep it well in view— Don't expect a fortune From a cent or two. ‘gins up or margins down, Everything in doubt, AN IMPORTANT QUESTION. Ship captain (to party of visitors) —"T'm sorry you didn’t come sooner. The men have just spliced the main brace Fair visitor—* Mr. Captain, when are they going to splice the minor braces ¢” BRUTE INTELLIGE Jim Sweet remarked as he took his pipe out of his mouth, * They is a sort of instink or intellek in dorgs w! proaches intellige Every the grocery lover and nodded sagely ith usked 1 boy to ima broomstraw to cl out his: have owned several remarkable rs in my time, but old Suitor was the ndest dorg of all. You remember old Suit, don't you, squar 2” and he appe to Squire Stephens, who stood up ina, aning against the counter, “eon a cold scent old Suit remarkable dog,” sud the squire with dignity. “An allgeewhillikins di said as he threw co into Kelse »pposite side of the stove it wasn't about his allfired g scent I was goin’ to speak. his intelligence and foresight and lation, He laid over any dog [ever seed on them que ions, and, squar, yew ku it,” ou better . who sat on sleep. * But *s poc y remarks,” said jones as he put his feet up on the stove. n't no old sto “but when T read these yer noose ns about t sit makes me mad to think old q It was along in the win *59 or ‘60 and Brayte Worden, Bob Griffith and I up te lake after deer, We started a big buck and he left the runaw steered right back towards the Raywheel mountains with old his track. Well, we hurried on behind fur about ten mile when it begun to snow, and I knew if it snowed in our tracks we would ber to use «a compass to git back, and I looked in my pocket fur the ¢ pass, It was gone, and thar we was. We knew our fate if it tinued to snow, so we turned around and jest galloped back fur camp be our tracks was snowed full. Well, we knew old goner. If he followed the deer an hour longer he would he to foller back, and we hove a sigh at his loss. When we got to we made ready it out of the woods next mornin’, fur. wi do nuthin’ without a dog or a compass either. So next 1m hev so man, Hugh Suit wasa Dy YOU CAN'T MAKE IT UNPOPULAR. JaRaRy CITY PASTOR" tell you, my hearers, that these pusilistic encounters are debasing, immoral, souldestroying affairs, and should be crushed into the depths of oblivion by every right-minded "— ALL wor (in audible whisper)—" I'm blest if that aint Jack Dempsey comin’ in the comicbooks.com