Judge — December 1888 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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CHRISTMAS JUDGE OLE WINTAH'S LONG! EF 0" dig de groun’ an’ skymish roun’ an’ hoe an’ weed in spring, An’ in summah wuck toe abn yo" chuck, in wintah yo' kin sing. But 'fyo' loaf an’ laze de shiny days an’ on'y t'ink ob sleep, Yo'ull fin’ de fall brimfull ob gall, an’ Crismus day yo'll weep ! MIGHTY son, O whar er de shoat w'at wuz in de pen? Ole wintah’s mighty long ! O whar er de duck an’ de brinded hen? Ole wintah's mighty long ! O wiat's come o' dat pile ob hick'ry wood? Ole wintah's mighty long ! © how many tu'keys lef’ in de brood? Ole wintah’s mighty long ! De man dat'd eat hoecake an’ meat in wintah, w'en dey’s scace, Mus’ shake ‘off de dumps an’ stuh his stumps an’ strike a winnin’ pace; Yo' doan’ need a dish toe hol’ a wish ; but wen yo' need a bite Yo" can’t say O fy ! an’ satisfy er fool yo" appetite ! sonc. © paw in dat pickle—de po’k dun gone? Ole wintah's mighty long ! O dar'’s hen’s fedders an’ de duck’s wish-bone ! intah’s mighty long ! in ‘e hole an’ still ’e lay ! Ole wintah’s mighty long ! An’ de ‘possum er pawky Crismus day ! Ole wintah's mighty long ! Je A WALDRON, COULDN'T BE MISTAKEN. “Thank you, sir,” said the blind beggar. “ How did you know I was a man when you can’t see ?” inquired the donor. “ Because,” replied the beggar, “I never knew a woman to give me anything.” THE SILLY GIRLS. “Girls are no good anyway,” said little Johnny ; any sense.” * How's that ?” asked Merritt. “ Because,” was the reasonable reply, “ as soon as their stockings get big enough to hold a lot of things they stop hanging them up.” “they ain’t got The boy who finds his stockings well filled on Christmas morn- ing doesn’t care what the other fellow got. + HERING out the grief!” the poct sings, But then I feel too sad ‘to-night; It may be strange —the season brings No happy vision to the sight. (Down, Jack! that dog’s my only friend.) Why, life wouldn't be so sweet to view, Some sorrow with your joy would blend, If she I loved had jilted you. Look! here's the very flower she wore That night at the DeLanceys' ball, I've kept it there three years or ‘more; I shudder now as I recall, — (Here, Jack, my pipe! Of course Jack knows.) She sent me from her in disgrace, And that is why I've kept the rose That fell from ‘mid the folds of lace. She's married, yet I'm told she’s sad ; No more, they say, to her are known The gladsome ways that once she had, ‘And from her cheek the bloom has flown, (Why, toed have made her happy, Jack, Have made her life one long delight; Though now we cannot win her back, We're still her friends. Dear Jack, good-night ') MATWAN M. LEVY, CHRISTMAS. ! and must you go? I shall miss your presence so ” Ab, Cholly much to-morrow * Not at all, doling ; I will send them around by a boy.” “Oh, Cholly! I meant your—ah, bodily presence.” “Oh—Ah, smack, yum, yum There is more solid comfort to be got out of the miser’s stocking than the moralizer would have us believe. UNAPPRECIATED. Granppa (who is a bit close.fisted —"* 1 bought the little cherub a pretty plaything. Cost me ten cents, and I hope he'll be careful of it.” Tue cuenvn (who is very precocious)—"* Shoot the miser!” comicbooks.com