Judge — December 1, 1888 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE WE WISHED. A THANKSGIVING FANTASIE. E WISHED—you don't remember it— 1 do; but you don't care. We wished—it was a turkey bone— Don’t you remember, Claire ? Your eyes were bright, your cheeks were red— Please recollect it, dear: my head Was quite bewildered. Ail alone— Just you and I beneath the stair. You smiled, you sighed—we pulled apart The mystic bone and my poor heart Was smitten quite by Cupid's dart. And then, ah me! I kissed your lip— You hied above, I heard the trip Of your fair feet upon the stair; We wished—don't you remember, Claire? You smile? you scoff? bid me repent? A footman’s love's mere sentiment— But then you wished a year ago, ‘And now you flirt your head, and so You do not care to wish and know. HUM OF THE COURT. [7 IS BETTER to have been nominated and defeated than never to have been nominated at all. B,, HARRISON is so set in his ways that everybody thinks he is going * to be Harrison to the end of his term. N HATS, speaking of fastions for gentlemen, his grandfather's is very becoming and is rapidly b A HORNET stung Harrison Sands in his mouth, and in consequence the last half of Harrison's name has run out. THE MORMON is something of a Turk, and during a scarcity of bird he feels as if he were offered as a sacrifice himself. ming more so. ‘THe pwaKr— thimble !" WE DO NOT like rude words, but it may be said of the crank who loves } ci at his cake is all Dougherty. Alle To DEMOCRATS—Come over and share our bird, boys; but don't yo too loosely on the wine and please leave a little of the silver. CLAIMS of insurance companies with regard todead [F persons would seem to show that an insured man is a scoundrel “IT may be short, but my wife never borrers my hat fer © DRAPER, who ran for governor of Massachusetts, got just one vote; but that would have tickled her if it had been cast by any- body but her brother. E ARE NOT among those who are giving thanks because Grover Cleveland has to go, What troubles us is the fact that it seemed to be unavoidable to have him come, ROV hadn't got out that Thanksgiving proclamation before election it wouldn't have come at all ; and now he insists that the day shall be devoted not to feasting, but to fasting and prayer. , COVETOUS. STRANGER—" What are you digging there, friends?” grave, sir.” STRANGER—"' Some people have everything they want in this world, don’t Lanorer—" You don’t want a grave, do you ? “Don't 12 Why, man alive! I'm the umpire of last night's baby-show.”” they?” ON-WING of the old time was alittle but that of the turkey is just right. SHAT is very numerous; but the head that wears it remains, like Grover's soil, precisely in its place. RY LABOUCHERE says he likes Ameri can girls, and thereby pays himself a compli- ment which does him proud. AN EAGLE half a mile above can see a field- mouse that distance below, and we guess he clutched him on the 6th of this month. THEY TELL of a convict in Sing Sing prison who has five pet cockroaches; but there is a cook in this town who has five million of them. NO MAN is so poor that he has not reason to give thanks. If he is alive that is cause for thanks; and if he is dead he ought to do it for that reason. ISS ENDICOTT has married a two-times widower and the father of eight childre she isn’t happy it will be because she is todie. ©SQQUR GIRLS are the best,” says the suscep- tible editor of the Pittsburg Dispatch. Put it in the singular number, dear boy, and say that every man has her all alone to his royal self. H TTOR of the Detroit Press says that cight women of Albion, Mich., applied for poison at one drugyist’s in one day. Obviously that is a campaign lie, for certainly the editor of the Detroit Free Press couldn't have skipped all the packages, comicbooks.com