Judge — December 1, 1888 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE HUSKING OF THE CORN. HEN the air is brisk and chilly, And the trees are bare and grim, When the star-light in the valley Traces every bending limb, And the earth is cold and frosty, “Then’s the time for Paradise To invite the swains and lasses To the feast of pumpkin pies. Nature has its countless tokens, All unnumbered, to requite Ev'ry flashing eye and blushing cheek That's with us e’en to-night. And the dusky rafters lower Grim and gloamy overhead, While the lads are searching cheery For the ear that's tinted red. “Oh, Thave it! and the laughter Swells the merry scene to bliss, And the lad, the lucky finder, From each maiden claims a kiss. Then the meek-eyed kine they wonder, ‘What they wonder we can’t tell, As they watch the gay young people, Wrapped up in the mystic spel Kings the belt: the {east is ready, ‘Spread out in the kitchen there, Pumpkin pies, and cheese, and jumbles, Biscuits snowy white and fair, Jelly tarts, and gems, and nut-cakes, ‘Candy balls and other things; How the bare old rafters tremble While the merry laughter ri Now the violin is calling, ‘See the youngsters in two rows! Now two dozen swains are blushing — How the young blood comes and goes’ \ Birst two forward, back and over, Up the middle, down outside, And they keep it up. ing, Heavens! how the hours glide. Then the lights no longer gl And the farm-house is in ‘Then the huskers wander merry To the far-off country home. Who can tell the tales they whisper, Count the kisses, note the gay, Sweet love tokens they exchange there Jn the light of morning gray? HIS FIRST SIGHT OF A DUMB-WAITER. Mes. wetue Ma, Cutnack—"' Say, young feller! I jes’ seen you open that door an’ there wan't nothin’ there. "Now you open it agin an’ they ‘sa glass o' beer. "F you'll tell me how you do it you git a quarter. I run th’ Eagle house down to Weed's Centre, Maine.” AN INFORMAL REPAST. “ suppose,” said Mrs. Brown, “you would like me to wear a new at this Thanksgiving dinner you are going to give ” n't afford it,” growled old Brown, “As long as you have the turkey well dressed you will pass muster. SECOND THOUGHTS. Her lover was false, and she went to the river But second thoughts made her recoil and shiver: * Risk the one life I have?” cried she; “lovers are plenty!” And off she raced home at a gait of 2.20. SOUND ADVICE. What shall 1 do?” ‘atchman.” Patient—* Doctor, | can’t sleep nights. Doctor — Get a position somewhere as night- WROUGHT OF DESPERATION. Miss Ricuurse (despondently)—" Oh, Edward ! if 1 could only know for certain you loved me and not my money I would be your wife.” Mk. Hanpran (cager/y)—" Test me, Eleanor!” test my honesty.” Miss Ricnrurse—" But Mr. HARDPAN (despenately)—"* Lend me a dollar until to-morrow.” DELICACY ITSELF. Jones is conversing with his wife. “L wouldn't wish to open your letters, my dear Maria.” “I'd just like to see you do it!” interpolated Maria. “Only 1 must insist.” went on Jones, oblivious of the interruption, “that henceforth your correspondence must be strictly confined to— postal cards.” THAT NEW METHOD OF EXECUTION. ‘Mr. Yempiry—" Fob t’ one I gits d’ hull set at d’ fust ‘splosion ! comicbooks.com