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

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a THE JUDGE'S SANTA CLAUS. = OME, good fellows, and bide with me, Wherever and whatsoever ye be; Wear ye the coat or wear ye the gown, At home in the street or the stone of brown; And whatsoever your age may be, or large or wees her ye live to make or mar; Be ye handsome, or crippled and sore, Aught ye shalt be I shall love ye more; Poor ye may be, or have gold and re: Lo! I shall love each one the best; This is the day that belongs to me, And this that belongs to my heart and thee Go ye into the byways far, Go where the rags and the hungry are; None too great and never the least That grows too small for the Christmas feast, Bring all to the Christmas groom and bride, For love at Christmas has no false pride, The board is as broad as the “world is wide, And all waves roll to the Christmas tide; And whatsocver a man may be He must have his pick of the Christmas tree. For of every quip and crank and jest, This most befits and is far the best: That the more the good host pleases his guest The more he laughs of his own behest: And always a basket of right good will Fills every heart to its own good fill dnd you take of the fragments thrown away To fill ten baskets on Christmas day. 1 a. GREGORY, comicbooks.com