Judge — May 19, 1888 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE WAITING. ‘When over hedges green and blossoms yellow The sunlight throws a sbadow dark and loug; When birds skim low across the daisied meadow And still the mellow cadence of their soog— 2 When breezes lightly lift the nodding clover, And whisper in the swaying of the leaves: When rosy clouds are hazy o'er the hilltop, And evening for the dying daylight grieves Then do | listen for my loved one’s coming, My heart wild beating as the moments pass; ‘Then do I watch and wait in silent longing ‘To bear his footstep on the dewy grass. ‘Then does the small boy saunter up the roadway, A letter waving as he nears the gate; ‘Then do I read that same old chestnut message, * Detained again—will not be bome till late xiTtie &, FROM A “RURAL CORRESPONDENT. (Special corresponitence of the Jevae) Pumapenruia, April 2h, 19% Mr. Epitor—Thinking a few items from this vicinity might be interesting to your many readers, I send you the following for your valuable journal : NOT QUITE SO JOLLY EITHER. Bad weather for plowing. RST PARTY (reflectively)—* Say, Cholly! I'd like to be a great man, wouldn't The winter wheat looks well. Our esteemed townsman, Mr. Drexel, is putting ‘Cause you and sends you all sorts of yor hen you ‘ro sick the whole country fs worried about up a fine building on Chestnut street, below the te SECOND PARTY (cit huxiast ically) i, and when you die everybody all. Mr. Drexel knows how to boom a town. Ma his shadow never grow less. The Baptist mite society met at Mes. Johnston's on Spruce street last Tuesday evening. The attend- large and $13.30 was realized. Charades, singing an merry games supplied the even and when lunch served at 9.30 the table fairly rate under the weight of good things. At 11 o'clock the company dispersed, all feeling that they had spent a pleasant occasion. The condition of the sidewalk on Market street, r Mr. Skidmore’s drug-store, is a disgrace. We hope ye city fathers will do their duty in this matter. Pearson Bloss is going to plant his south meadow in corn this A certain young society man of Camden is pay- ingagreat deal of a n to one of our popular Wal- nut stre: ere, Jin! Weare onto you. Miss Birdie McStucker of Spring Garden street has issued cards for a pound party at the family man- sion over her father’s grocery store next Thursday evening. Ye reporter isone of the favored ones. Miss MeStucker is one of Philadelphia's fairest daughters, and long may she wave say we. Mr. Isaac Wittenhouse has put a new coat of paint jranim. lamrenmans (rie te the Drow on his red barn, and one of his cochin china hens has _ troduces the Spring style for girls having just hatched a brood of sixteen chickens, Improve- — #!r of like color. ments are going on all over town. If the blonde young lady who flirted so desper- ately with Will G— at the mum social last Monday ning doesn’t look out she will her name in the papers. Your reporter has on her. There wasadouble murder in this place last Sabbath evening. The particulars could not be ascertained. Ye local enjoyed a drive of three hours last Fri- with Colonel Corker behind his lightning trotter, ersey B.” Colonel Corker has just opened a new spring stock of hardware at hisemporium on Market street, where he will be pleased to see ull his old friends and many new ones. Give him a call. Mine host Gutworth of the popular caravansary known as the Bikestaff hotel, has placed a new water- ing trough in front of his premises which is greatly appreciated by the horses of his many customers. Mr. Gutworth furnishes first-class entertainment for man and beast, and whereof wespeak. The free- lunch at the Bikestaff is the best we ever saw in our life, and mine host Gutworth knows how to treat ye good in this vicinity this spring. One of our local Nimrods bagged fourteen squirrels and a wild turkey last Thursday in Washington square. We are indebted to Mrs. William Bunker of Rit- tenhouse square for a mess of new spring onions from her own garden—the first of the season, which we will long hold in fragrant remembrance. Mrs. Bunker is the lovely wife of our enterprising townsman Major mourus for You and ail sorta of tiga. Wo tbe jolly Bunker, whose soda-water emporium on Chestnut street is the resort of the elite of this place. Toboom things and let the hell-hounds of the opposition know that he is still holding the fort, the major is this year selling twenty-five soda-water tickets for a dollar, which are transferable. There is a certain cigar dealer on Arch street who will be shown up in these counnns unless he is a little bit more accommodating to gentlemen who happen to buy cigars in his place and light them before discover- ing that they have left their‘money at home. We name no names this time, but we propose to do our duty asa journalist, let the chips fall where th for summer board have already been received here from people in Camden, Trenton, and Conshohacken. Your reporter learns that the effort of the Read- ing railroad to extend its tracks from their present terminus at Ninth and Green streets to Market street is likely to fail. The proposed extension would ruin many of the finest pasture lots between Green and Arch streets, and the farmers are up inarms against it. A number of str rs have been seen on our streets this week. Com rin, gentlemen, The st are to be sprinkled this summer with real water. This looks like business. More anon. BAXTER MARVIN. ‘A PROSPECTIVE FEAST, low perfectly’ Me ject o Soros cn stbjectar™ iiss Dazxwooo Cefaliy: they ress exehing, ya CeumxoroN—" So glad! T mailed an invita tion to Mrs. Dazewood this morning asking ber to tring youu te beat Raturday to we our Te club play the Tuxedos,” comicbooks.com