Judge — February 2, 1889 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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HE PREFERRED A REALITY. “Why have you been standing here so long in the cold?” asked Wiggings of the tramp who was gazing into the restaurant window. “Enjoyin’ a feast of the imagination, boss, ” returned the unfortunate. “But as [ ain't no poet 1 wish you'd stake me for the price of a beef stew.” A PATIENT WOOER. In 1839 once again he tried the obdurate maid : But then, Pray give me alittle time to think of it !" she said. And now he vows that he'll no more be subject to her whim, For, very justly, he concludes she's now too old for him. SOME NEW “DEFINITIONS. Posterity—Au old lady who lives a long way off. Life—A romance that would seem incredible were it written out. An impromptu address—A spasm of eloquence carefully elaborated in the retirement of the study. Telegraph—A machine for sewing words to- gether. Postmen—Men of letters who earn their living with their feet. CROSS-COUNTRY. MEMEER OF PROMINENT ATHLETIC CLUN—" Quick man, and the hounds are just behind me, don’t you know?” jivvers t" wunst, hare, FanMen (juietis)}—" Will, run an’ git Const’bl crazy-house her lost a pet boarder agin." JUDGE THE BRIDE'S LETTER. Three days ago—time quickly fics, ‘And yet i somehow scems like years— Since all the kisses and goat byes ‘And all the trembling, hopes and fears. HELEN, you will be surprised ‘0 Ket_a Hote $0 Soon—the ra Bridal edition, unrevised— ‘And scribbled at my very worst. Of course, he likes to smoke, but then ‘You always used to say, you know, Women were different from men, ‘Ah, yes, indeed! I find it so. I've but a pencil, as you see, ‘A leat from Harry's diary torn, ‘And then I'm writing on my knee ‘And ‘feel a litte bit forlorn. We're on the train still, I'm alone; Harry is in the smoking-car, ese last two hours. My time's my own: But, Helen dear, how strange men are! nd yet know 1 am, for, here hat tiny thorns’ one's wreath may mar’) rm sitting guite alone, my dea And hes in the smoking-ear. MADRLINE 5, BRIDGES. THAT TELL-TALE MIRROR. Mr. J is hitch.” and left) Mr. Mk. “1 don’ see nuffin’ in my han’ wuf “rastlin Mr. Frencnt (seith his back to the glass)- ahs ter me yo" gonnleman's bery timid ter git scart off on a pah ob juices.” (Kicks vigorously MORE ZEAL THAN WISDOM. The lady of the house had just returned from a long railway journey. ood heaven: called out to her maid-of-allework “here I've gone and got a grain of dust in my left ¢ “Dear sakes o' massey, ma’am!" eried the abigail ina state of excitement; “I'll run and get the feather duster, m THE REVIVAL OF MUSIC. any moons my lute hath lain unstrung ; years | have not blown the Though once upon the lyre an age since from ts st a pet, Or hug the harp to which T've often clung. Dut now a sudden whim doth me enthrall as thou mayest judge: more my unused instruments I love, i Against the fellow MISAPPREHENSION. * Doctor Jenkins,” asked an it would be dangerous to go into the wate would be more dangerous to fish it out and eat it.” nxious patient, “don't you think er a hearty meal growled the doctor. WHAT SHE DID. Miss Fletcher (of Chicago)—" Ob, dear, Nelly ! I'm in a fix. Young Mrs. Wentworth has invited me to a conversastone, and I'm not at all up in those things. What do you do, Nelly, when you are invited to a convers. Miss Pearline (of let _me by! I'm the Kings county comicbooks.com