Judge — December 22, 1888 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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GOOD - NIGHT. SAID Kood-night night, I can’t tell how I dared to linger; I knew some luckier, worthier wight Must place the ring upon her finger. She said good. I sighed a little; then a sigh, Faint as.a breeze through roses steal- ing, ‘Swept from her lips. 1 wondered why? Surely she need betray no feeling. Again I said goodnight. Again Her firm response came—kind and clever. Our hands had met; it seemed like pain ‘Their warm and clinging clasp tosever. Goot-night, good-night. I mist be wise! Could saint or anchorite resist her? Perhaps they might (but, ob, her eyes!) Tknow / couldn't, so—1 kissed her: ‘Then quaiied. But she—she smiled, and said, Nor my embarrassment cared aught for * You really did take courage, Ned? Well, now, you're braver than I thought for HE’LL GET THERE. Guardian of the realms of bliss—" Who are you, anyhow 2” Personage (with an air as of former consequence)-- Aw—I was Ministaw Phelps, don’tcherknaw.” Guardian— Personage—Baw Jawve ! don'tcherkna awfully hawd on a fellaw, Me hawt’s all knaw, but I feaw a little Amew' veins. Weally, I'm not wesponsib! Guardian—*Take this jibbering idiot to the cell prepared for that growth of human fungus known as Anglomaniac, and throw a few dozen more dudes on the fire to freshen it up a little, A MAN OF PRINCIPLE. “1 have such a horror of idleness,” said Jones one day, yawning, “and consider it so dangerous to one’s moral health that | would much rather sleep than do nothing.” y? That's too nglish, you an blawd flaws in me 1LDAR (of Canajoharic) been a settin’ more 'n two hour, an’ I * Maria, you've went al ain't seen a darn camel ye Younc CHARLIE. GUNTHER (those fa is rick) — laughing in her sleeve at me!" he cawn't do that, death boy. think she * fooled your old rel'tive. Here I've k, she just rejected me, and [actually Her dwess is sleeveless, don’tcherknow ?” IN A PREDICAMENT. “There's a nice old lady lives he * said the tramp to a companion, as he gave a tap on the back door. here ain't nobody to home,” panion after waiting tive minutes. going to do? said the com- What are you “She'd never forgive me if she knew I came near here and didn’t stop, and—well, by thunder !—I hain’t got any of my calling cards left, neither.” THE PEDANT. In other's thoughts he is most learned, His own are yet to be discerned ; He gives the bright ideas of many, While he himself can’t boast of any; A walking book-shelf, furnished full Of much that’s wise and beautiful, In which he ne'er can claim estate, Though proud to bear the mental weight WICKED WASTE OF MATERIALS. He had a fine theory about wholesomeness of cereals, and breakfasted and suppered upon one or another to the exclusion of everything else. One morn- ing, however, as he for the twentieth time removed a sharp-pointed husk from between his lips he ventured to inquire the nature of the dish he was eating, * was his wile’s resp "he calmly remarked, as he set aside the dish, I think you forgot to remove the fluting needles.” NOT EXACTLY WRITE. “Thave just learned * The Wreck of the Hesperus’ by rote,” she remarked to Bagley, who ventured to say that he thought it wrote by Longfellow.””