Judge — December 1888 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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CHRISTMAS JUDGE 25 HOW HE WAS THANKFUL. “I suppose you feel very thankful to Santa Claus for providing you with such a fine turkey?” said the minister to Uncle ‘Lijah’s little boy. “Naw, sab,” replicd the pickaninny. “Uncle tole dis chile ter be than’ful ter Farmer Green fur lettin’ his hen-house dore on de jar.” POPCORN. Above the coals, heaped high and bright, We shake the hopper merrily; Each kernel breaks in purest white, How nice it pops! Way doesn't he! Pop, popper! is the only sound, And the only papa we want around; | Corn knows more than many beaux, It's sure to pop when the firelight glows. | His arm steals softly "bout my wai His head is bending nearer mine; Oh! how I wish he would make haste, I'm sure it's nearly half-past nine. The twilight shadows on the wall Creep swiftly thro’ the curtain’s fold, And on my list’ning ear doth fall A story new, though ever old. For, now at last, in whisper low, A promise true he asks =f me— He prays I will not answer no; ‘The corn has popped, and so has he. PEARL RYTIXGE | “(TWAS ALWAYS THUS.” It was a little rough on Cousin Jack to have that great bunch of mistletoe come down just as he had succeeded in enticing the prettiest girl in the room under it. THE MODERN MINERVA. A TALE OF EXPERIMENTALIZING, FRIEND had written a story in verse for children and sent it to me for criticism, It was about Antzxus and the Pygmies, and the giant Hercules. She had some very pretty theories about making these myths popular with the younger folk, and it is needless to say that I shared her enthusiasm. I also held some very pretty theo- ries on my own account. I had read how the publisher of “Little Women” had placed that manuscript in the hands of a child and breathlessly watched for the im- pression it made upon her. The only proper way of testing the merits of a child's story was to be guided by a child's acceptance of it. I brought down my theory, gave it a dusting, and prepared to test it. The organ selected for my experiment was a AN ASSERTION OF MANHOOD. Vho licked yer, Jimmy—de old man or de old woman “De old man, of course. Do you suppose I'd permit myself ter cry for de blows of a woman?” A YOUNG PRUDE. “What made you hang your stocking on the out- side of the door?” asked a kind mother of her four- year-old. “Because,” replied the little girl, “I didn’t want Santa Claus to sce me in bed.” : MODERN CHIVALRY. Old gent— Here, you gamins! what are you fight- ing about? Don’t you know that this is Christmas day | and you should love one another?” Knight of Theatre alley—" Well, but dis'ere bloke said de white horses was follerin’ my sister all about.” Old gent—* So then your sister has red hair, I sup- pose.” Knight of Theatre alley—“Ab-h, | ain't got no sis- CHRISTMAS AT BOLAN'’S. pede 7 4 ; “« Pfwhat's goin’ on, Mishter Bolan?” ter, but TI jist pitched inter him from de principle of Boran“““ft'ty a bivay Christmash fstivity were havin’, Jobn, an’ Rosie an’ me de t'ing.” conchluded it wor a shem t’ pull up a good shade three fer jist wan night.” comicbooks.com