Judge — September 22, 1888 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE OPERA. She sits at mys the opera box, Now the tenor sings and there tally a hush, With the light on her dark sweet face, While the lights on the stage are dim And her soft white neck, thro’ a gauzy fan, “TIL she leans far out, with her tips apart Gleaming out, amid creamy lace. And her thoughts and her eyes on hi And close tr her breast are the ruses red Then she tears {rom her breast the roses red That I placed in her hands to-night ; My flowers, with their peefume sweet A message sweet from my hoping The flash of an arm, in its tawny glove, That her own may read aright And they lay at the tenor's feet Will T whisper now, while the music swells, And, safe in the sheath of her gauzy fan, Of a love that will never tire, I glare with a maddened eye, That will bloom ‘neath her eyes like the roses red, For they cost me three dollars apiece—they did With their leaves, like my heart, of fire? And she needn't have been s fly PRATTLES—GATHERED WHILE FALLING. Harry when called in to lus supper appeared with a face requiring the vigorous use of the wash-cloth. “Come, Harry.” said mamma, “let_ me wash you, and then you can eat your supper with comfort.” “TL don’t want to eat wiv tumfort: | wants to eat wiv my mouf,” he protested indignantly ‘Two young people were discussing a certain family the children of which were very harshly treated, and among other things they spoke of the poor beds furnished them. * Well.” said a twelve-year-old girl, who was fond of using high-sounding words, "1 should think those W—~ children would just have a rebellion.” “Ho!” exclaimed a four-year-old listener. 1 guess you wouldn't if your father wouldn't get you one.” to buy him a new sled with his own pocket-m Soon after the promise was made he kindly combed the little fellow’s hair, “ Now,” he said, playfully, “give me five cents. “Well, you can buy a five-cents cheaper sled,” he said promptly. Johnnie had been lunching on bread and butter and strawberry jam ; his cousin Bert, who was also his next-door neighbor, came in soon after, and, following the admission that he was hungry, was asked what he would like to eat. He looked closely at Johnnie; he knew the sweetness of jam, but at that moment could not recall the name. Suddenly his face brightened * TL want some of what's on Johnnie's mouf,” he said eagerly ‘Two young people of Master Fred’s acquaintance went by the house in the twilight arm-in-arm : Fred ran in to report on the event. “Oh, mamma!” said he. Tom F— and Birdie R—— went by just now armed!” A HUMILIATING CONFESSION. Johnnie passed through the room where an older brother was reading aloud; a moment after he Mas. SastieR—"' You're still with your came to his mother with this eager question old command, the twelfth artillery, colonel” Ma at par at? sara : “The Wales COLONEL, BLENKINSOKE — "No; since Mamma, what part of a turtle is his retreat? Al. was reading and he said, “They cut off the turtle’s ine gat new cherub came, up at our quar retreat. ters, I've been transferred to the fourth in- fantry for night daty.” Lulu went to aneighbor’s house; she there found a lady-caller wearing one of the little head-ge: commonly known as “twilights.” When she returned home she said : “Mamma, Mrs. Bond has company; a lady wiv half a hood on, An enraged three-year-old exclsimed to an elder brother : “If it wasn't for the policeman and e devil Vd kill you.” “Mamma,” said two-year-old Christie, as he watched the young moon," what did God take to cut the moon out that way? Edna watched her new governess, who was small and lean. with great curiosity, “Mamma,” she said soon after, “if you'd just sec Miss Smith's feet and not see the rest of her you'd think she was an awful large w : CLARA J. HASTEN A HAPPY ESCAPE, Dr. Prairful— ave you heard, Mr. Cummishe, that our friend Mr. Roarer, the broker, died suddenly last night of apo- plexy ?” Cummishe—' Died ? Heavens, what a happy escape a. Lucky WUMBER: Dr. Prairful— We has, indeed, my dear young friend, escaped from the cares and perils of this wicked world. Banoony (3 A.¥.)—"'Ver’ much ‘bliged, old boy, for offer of a bunk; but howjer Cummishe— Er—\ don’t mean that, doctor, exactly, lve know this is right house? Numbersh keep zigzagin’ all “round me" ‘been talkie | Z deat ie Finnie thatahsall ght Aly place naithce Goke Know, an’ 9" can't turn love been talking business a good deal with Roarer lately, but hadn't figgersh upside down.” come to terms, I'm in the insuranée line, you know ! comicbooks.com