Judge — December 1888 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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CHRISTMAS JUDGE A CHRISTMAS CAROL. THE sighing wind whispers an exq To the snow cuddled up on my bi And slowly my pipe takes the place of my pen While drawing the tea in my bachelor den. How jolly it is when you contemplate Care Enthroned with a pipe in a low easy chair, Arrayed in a jacket of tatters and scars And watch a fat muffin that toasts at the bars. Many Yule tides have passed since she wandered up here On Christmas—the merriest time of the year ; And to-morrow the holly will sparkle, and I Will hear the mad chimes ringing out on the sky. Containing this nonsensi Athome, March Eleventh. 10 Gramercy Par! We agreed in some odds and their consequent ends; We candialy slaughtered our mutual friends, Discussed the last novel and prattled of art Till T ambled home with a twinge at my heart. How happy I felt when at last f took leave Of a dearlittle witch on that long Christmas eve How bantered those singular men Who live with a pipe in a bachelor den ! She married a fellow with millions in stocks, Who owned several miles of the city in blocks ; But I know, I can swear, in her heart she was true To the fellow whose holly that Christmas was rue. But my pipe has burnt out with a nebulous glow And the curtain comes down while the music swoons low. The actor has faltered or muttered his part— Forgive him! he speaks with a sorrowing heart. DEWITT sTERRY. No more did I bang about town of a night Or tumble to bed in the morning sunlight, But wrote pretty lines of nonsensical loves That harped on her ribbons, her fancies, her gloves. Did I dream that my life had been endlessly blest By three little words she had shyly confessed ? And why did I tramp in the snow and the dark Before a brick dwelling in Gramercy park? CLEARING UP THE DIFFICULTY. Eddie— And did Santa Claus really bring that big rocking-horse down the chimney ?" Mamma—" | suppose so, Eddie. That's what they say.” Eddie (eyeing the stove-pipe)—" Good gracious, mamma it must have grown since it came down!" How AN EXCELLENT SERMON. ins (returning from church)—" I was very much dis- appointed with Dr. Levelhead’s Christmas discourse this morning. I had expected something better from him.” Wiggins—" Why, it was excellent! preached—and I'm hungry as a shark!" A very appropriate Xmas present is the bill with an X on it. Shortest sermon he ever THE BLINDNESS OF LOVE. “Is love blind ?"'asked little Johnny, as Merritt and his sister came into the room looking very innocent “Yes, my dear,” replied his mother. “Tf that’s so.” persisted the young fiend,” how could Mr. Merritt see when Cora got under the mistletoe JUDGED FROM EXPERIENCE. “ Doctor,” asked an inquisitive old lady, “can you account for the fact that more people are born in the winter than in the summer ?” “T suppose,” replied the medical man, gazing sadly at his rough hands, “ it is because the cold weather produces so many little chaps.” William M. Evarts is reported to have remarked that he has lost many valuable Christmas presents because nothing but lead-pencils can be put in the leg of his stocking. comicbooks.com