Judge — October 27, 1888 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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KNEW THAT SPONGE WAS NECESSARY. Wife (just commenced housekeeping) —* Algy, will you get a small Wife—" And, Algy, ask the clerk how much of it he mixes with dough for three loaves of bre: Wrapped in a sadly tattered gown, Alone I puff my briar brown ‘And watch the ashes settle down In lambent flashes While thro’ the blue, thick, curling haze I strive with feeble eyes to gaze Upon the half-forgotten days That left but ashes Again we wander through the lane, Beneath the elms and out again, Across the rip Ids of grain Where softly plashes A slender brook ‘mid banks of fern At every sigh my pulses burn, At every thought I slowly turn And find but ashes. What ny fingers tremble so As you wrapped skeins of worsted snow Around them, now with movements slow ‘And now with dashes? Maybe ‘tis sinoke that blinds my eyes, Maybe a tear within them lies : But as I puff my pipe there flies A cloud of ashes. Perhaps you did not understand How lightly flames of love were fa A FISH OUT OF WATER. Ah, every thought c With x Grover’s flopping on the tariff question is getting to be very dry business, rah seme SENTENCES PASSED BY THE JUDGE. A moderate degree of passiveness is a very desirable thing to possess. A MODERN NIMROD. ‘The comparison of qualities between individuals is fatal to one—or both, Jones complains that when he goes hunting he can never shoot any- One can better afford to’ be imposed upon occasionally than to doubt thing. This he explains by advancing the hypothesis that the game are indiscriminately the good faith of others. so afraid of him that they will never come within range of his gun, Change is the sign of life. No one (to use an ungraceful figure) is so spiritually hide-bound as the man who boasts of never changing an opinion, No one can afford to be other than ever frank and sincei lations with his fellow-men, Deceit is something which alway upon the deceiver. The fool in pay by no means died with the middle ages, In adapt- ing himself to the times he has folded his cap to write on and sharpened his feather into a quill. ‘The perpetration of jokes and other nonsense seems to be a natural reaction of some tragical natures. When one has had a surfeit of high tragedy, a little very ordinary comedy may not come amiss. ‘The genuine humorist is a natural descendant of the medizval fool— a profound tragedian at heart, and a philosopher of no mean character. His cap may cover a mental capacity for insight into life to be envied by ‘ggling court who condescend to laugh at his sallies, and his bells keep time to many a thought beyond the understanding of the king. KATHERINE GROSJRAN. A REASON FOR THE SEASON. In the gloaming do not ask me, Dear, to meet you more this year; For hay fever's stinging sneezes. Lurk in evening's atmosphere. And if you should start to tell me That you loved no one but me, T’m afraid "twould put you out, dear, If, with tears, I'd chee~teo-chee. Rad for sentiment ‘twould be, Worse for you, and worst for me. STRENGTH IN AN _ INFIRMITY. Edith (at her writing-desk)— Dear, dear me! where is the diction- It seems as if | never would learn to spell !" Mabel—*1 should think you'd be glad of that. Just think how splen- didly you're fitted to write dialect stories !” A NATURAL CONCLUSION. REN COUL OSTA STAND THES COMPARIGON. “What is this L hear, Lily? Your governess has been complaining i Mea e aah os ; i of your condu eek eaten Teelligent aby, (OC coursethe te Just‘as'totelligent:as.y “Then you had better send her away, mamma, for having brought Paknor (brerking in)-—"* Get me some prussic acid, quick !* me up so badly, comicbooks.com