Judge — 1888 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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nion of his grief and _ shrieked. “Do you know what that was, madam ?” “St. George and the drag- on?” remarked Mrs. Blaine with much doubt, a look of intense horror and a large interroga- “ tion point in each eye “No, madame, no!” shrieked Mr. Blaine, pointing to the wide waste of heaving bil- lows below; “that was Sen- ator Edmunds of Vermont.” The Rochester Herald says the editor of the Cornwall Re- publican has car- ried one watch sixty years. So? Very lucky man. Whose watch is it? THE YOUNG IDEA, “Where is heaven, ma?”4nquired a little tot “It’s a place where the people who die go to,” was the rather unsatisfactory reply. The little one thought a moment, and then said, “Was that heaven we passed last night coming home from the picnic —the place with all the grave-stones in it?” A BASE HIT—No. 1. ot I like "bout a game ob ball in’ sudden s'prises dat "— GOOD THINGS FROM JUDGE. THE LATEST INVENTION Ee or— An idea which we cheerfully present to the patient fathers of engaged daughters. THE CH-C-—GO G-L. IT NEVER SMILES. “I never saw such a solemn baby as Her prety feet Jones’. My glances meet, As in and out they twinkle; They proudly pace "Neath clouds of lace Clad in the latest wrinkle Soft silken hose Those feet enclose In fair or stormy weather; The shoes are low; Has tips of patent leather. Her gown is gray, Alack a day! Her glance is more demure Than that of nun. My heart it's won— For her fd death endure! Her jacket tight Has buttons right And hood with silken lining Her bustle’s size, To my surprise. To dreadful length’s inclining. Her turban flings Its soaring wings In manner pert and saucy Right in my face, _ And tries a race With my hat, high and glossy. Her dainty hands My glance commands As‘round my arm they flutter; ‘The kids are gray, They fit alway — The stiching is quite utter. We pace along; My heart in song Beats out a tender largo. As I glance down Why do I frown ? The girl is from Ch—c—go. Why, it never smiles.” “It doesn’t take after its father, then.” THE PROPER DIET. “I'm going to be a contortionist when I grow up,’ In training now, so I want you to tell me what is the best thing for me to eat.” “Green apples, my boy,” chuckled the The pointed toe old man. aid little Johnny, proudly. “I'm A BASE HIT—No. 2. comicbooks.com