Judge — November 24, 1888 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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A KISS. POUT and a panting of lips as they touch— That's a kiss in the abstract Tt does not seem much: But where is the ianguanse can rightly express it? What letterscan sound it, to help you to guess it? What simile suggest,or what fancy reveal The mysterious bliss it can ‘cause one to feel? Here nature assuredly won a diploma For fragrance of tlavor and perfect aroma, A kiss is electrical ! comes with a start That tingles a delicate shock to the heart, And sets the eyes twinkling vrous delight, Like stars in the sky of a clea When "tis over A CASE OF SUGGESTION. Master Freddy had just been playing with a big black Newfoundiand, his freque panion. Just then a chimney. work all the morning , And don’t you like the sweep, asked his aunt when the man of soot had gone out. “Oh, no And v:hy not? Although he is black he i CORRECTED. 11s—"" And now, my dear, if you're ready, will you get on to the horse? —" T wish, papa, you'd stop using slang. Vou should say, ‘do you ser the horse?” FEARFUL OF THE CONSEQUENCES. Ata German military camp. Commanding officer—" Wall, adjutant, what is new to-day Adjutant— There seems to be an inexplicable apathy in the rink Commanding officer —* Just ask the surgeon to make an examin:tion and see if the blamed thing is contagious.” IN THE YELLOWSTONE PARK. Miss FLuTtenoy (from the car zcindow)—"* Oh, mamma! see that magnifi- cent specimen of the real American Indian, I know he’s going to spear some fierce beast. Look quick !" HE MADE IT A SUCCESS. “Do you believe marriage is a failure, Miss Phyllis?” he asked, as he leaned over the back of her chair, watching her lily hand ply to and fro through the bright-colored wool. Really, Mr. Dukes,” was the hesitating reply, "I have never had an adequate opportunity of testing—that is—I prefer not to express an opinion until © “ Miss Phyllis,” he kindly interrupted her. opinion exactly. When shall we enter upon the experi ‘ Ue train rolls on)—" Umpagh ! “ Whenever you like, Mr. Dukes,” was the demure reply. comicbooks.com