Judge — January 26, 1889 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE OUTRAGED! ET. and who doth dare to scold Thee, whose locks are fine-spun gold > Sweet, and who doth dare to flout Such red lips until they pout? Darling,who hath waked these sighs. Won these teardrops to thine eyes ? ‘What rude word hath caught thine ear, Only made sweet songs to hear? ‘With what pang, by subtle art, Hath some false one stabbed thy heart ? “ Nay, and could my poet's pen Sting the whole wide race of men Back to knighthood, time of grace! There, my lady's form and face All their loves should pat to shame ~ Set the very world aflame ! How I'd fight them, every one, Morn and noon till set of sun ! How all other fair should stand Lorn and loveless in the land, wit “Till again thy smile of light Dawned upon'my charmed sight ! Dearest maiden! whisper me ‘What it is that troubléth thee?” 7 Sighs and little moans abound, Soft eyes weep and seek the ground, Little hands are clasped, and there To the poet seem in prayer. Down he kneels, his great soul reat— Pain and passion strangely blent— Kneels to hear the outrage told By coral lips ‘neath locks of gold. . soft she murmurs low. * solemnly and slo Floy has got a hat like mine! Ruby velvet—just like wine- OLD CHOCOLATE’S JOCOSERIOUS CHAT. Hit er easy toe kill de hungry fly De steelyard won't lie less yo” make hit. De well offenes’ dipped gibs de swee De dawg er ez apt toe bah am ata vi * watah, at an hones’ man ez he A many folks say vings dat hit er hahd toe git any one toe sw'ar toe. De fool dat keeps his mouf shet offen looks mo’ wise en a weddah prophet. De man wiat’s mos’ discreet wien sobah makes a- many slips w'en drunk, ks EASILY SATISFIED. Lay (engaging new lady's maid \—"* Ves, Vl engage you, but remember! Tal ArpLicant—Oh, that's all right, madam! I can put up with the master’s fri 255 A DREAM ON ICE. New Yorker of 1989— Phil-a-delphia—Phila-delphia ? me I've read of that somewhere. But what the deuce was it ? Gdipus—" That was an ancient town, recently exhumed. Every thing was found frozen in its tracks. As each house has a pillar of ice on its front porch, it is supposed that a cold wave struck the place at 6 A. M.. just as the hired girls were pouring the water for the morning ablutions of the front steps, and that no one had enough * go’ in him to turn off the crank from the weather bureau.” Seems to BRIC- A-BRAC. Mrs, Postlewatt—* Did you notice whether the Hastingses had much bric-a-brac in their new house ?” Mrs, Alleyes- They haven't very much but wait a minute—yes, 1 did see a snow-shov Mr. Lukrson—''I's bery glad, mah hearers ob d debbil has sech a good ‘fect on d" cong. A LACK OF BUSINESS SI Candid friend (to young author) —" Y good one, I admit, Edgar; but you never can m money out of it without considerable alteration Bdgar—" Why, what's wrong?” ndid friend—* You should have your hero dine at Topitoft’s, wear only the clothes made by box at Blowhard’s theatre, and drink exclusively the wines imported by Fuddleton. Always use the names that will bring you money, my boy.” WHY SHE REFUSED HIM. He loved a stately maiden Of asthetic, cultured taste, And promptly at her service is loyal heart he placed. He struggled long and nobly Her maiden love to gain, But she quenched his life’s ambition In words both cold and plain, For when he stooped in rapture Her answering words to catch, She said his “hair was auburn And his mustache didn’t match.” THE CHINESE QUESTION. She—" Have you ever read * Wept-of-the-Wish-Ton- Wish,’ Mr. Herv He (from the west)" No, Miss Ethel, but 1 must get it. You know I take great interest nowadays in the low no followers.” 7 Chinese question. iends.” comicbooks.com