Judge — May 12, 1888 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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diet” ua day, hink wth jorely them VIL. Sad poor n to ines Yes, only thing LOVE'S TRIUMPH. 0, merry geatlemen! 1 ween ‘That satyr who hath eyes of green Fey 1 — Possesses you, who Just have seou My lady's favor! Sbe gave you each a dish of tea, A smile, perhaps—but unto me So gracious gifts as but to see $y Lost yours their savor! c E’en while she talked with you ber eyes Regarded me in fond, proud wise: She did not feign a careless guise, Or coquette graces She spoke you fair, but I could tell She did hot struggle to dispel Love's power, but yielded to his spell Before your faces Ob, fair my lords! it broke your cal Aye. more! T longed to seize each throat To wee her soft, rose-reddened palm. Behind your collars arched remote. Brush through my locks, bestowing balm Methinks you heard my angry note On jealous anguish Of ominous snarlis That wrung my heart, until T prayed Twas then my lady said, * Why, see Your lofty hopes might be dismayed, How much my poodle thinks of ine! Your proud selves in the dust be laid, Come, Bijou! sit upoa my knee, And left to languish? You previous darling!” EVA WILDER MC LAMSON. NOT ALTOGETHER SATISFACTORY. Bobley—* I hear they've been trying the faith cure on Jawkins.” Wiggins—* Yes; it’s a great thing for rheumatism.” Bobley—Indeed! Is he stronger?” Wiggins—* No—but the rheumatism is. It’s got him all twisted up in a hard knot now.” HEARD IN A STREET-CAR. Young lady (to friend who has just entered the car)—" What takes you down-town so early this morning? Second lady—"*Why, you know I'm going over to Jersey to: morrow to remain a few days, and I thought I'd go down to Liberty street to see just what time the 10.30 train started, so I'd be sure to leave home early enough.” First lady—“ A capital idea. I often do that myself.” And then they both cast indignant glances at a rude man, sitting opposite, because he chuckled audibly. THE LAST OF HIS RACE, Lorp Hvocramvo— At lawst our noble game's before us! the first shot, y* know.” StasmEp Dick (the eme-puncher)"* Kasy, fellers! Teo dollars a slut, au’ no muokeyin’, ‘Aio't runnin’ this laststake ebootin'gallery fer fun! FASHIONABLE AMATEUR THEATRICALS, PLAY" HAMLET." Exruy (dressing for Ophetia)—" Dear me, how provoking! That horrid costumer has forgotten the bustle. That's always the way with men drest-makers. What shall T dor Many (astistinng in dressing) —* Never mind, Emmy: I'll let you wear mine.” BUZZ SAWS. The man who has no pets has no friends. A luxury depends upon how rich we are. The laggard places a high price on his time. It is easy for the mean man to overreach himself. The things that are made to look at cost the most. We work hardest at the things that do us no good. Leap year gives the maid as good a chance as the widow. How valueless a thing becomes as soon as we lose interest in it! When we can't get all we want it is better to split the dif ference. The favorite is apt to attribute his success to his own en- deavors It is hard to please a man with a job that he has failed at himself. The man who doesn’t know what he wants is mighty hard to please. There is mighty little consolation in blaming luck for our misfortune. 7 INCONSISTENCY. Last summer in the waters of a brook She angled once, but when upon her hook She saw a tiny fish, she would not try again, Fearing to cause the little creatures pain. ‘This winter in life's busy, rushing strean She angles, and ber eyes in pleasure gleam. Each catch she makes, and cares not for the cry Of the poor heart she casts aside to die. PLAVEL 8. MISES. LANDLORD AND TENANT, “Now, about how soon shall you be able to have the roof mended, my dear sirt” “Oh! before long.” “Perhaps you are not aware that it leaks terribly, and we are thus at the mercy of every passing shower “Well! what of that? I presume you have umbrellas in the house!” HONOR AMONG THIEVES, Someone remarked that a certain distinguished lawyer was at daggers drawn with another leading member of the profession. “Oh! that’s nothing,” was the comment of another; “lawyers are like blades of a pair of scissors. They never cut each other, but woe to whatever chances to come between them!" comicbooks.com