Judge — March 30, 1889 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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406 THE ELOPEMENT. WILL tell you a tale of the long ago, Ga-roo, little Annie, ga-roo; Of a lord, a lady, a sequel of woe, ‘And | know that I tell you true, HER LOVERS. G6 XAN I remember them, dear? Why, yes: First my cousin, tall, handsome Paul, A heart brimmed over with tenderness; I liked him thoroughly—that was all. His brother was fond of me too, you know; One's grown-up cousin is always so! ‘One winter night, though they knew ‘wan't right, c little Annie, ga-ron; ‘They agreed to elope ‘cause her pa When the lord for her hand did sue. * nope” Of boys at the college—well, let.me see— Wright, and Marcy, and Harry K Nothing serious there for me; Notes and bouquets—that sort of thing. ‘Then came Lawrence; when he proposed, Of course, that page of my book was closed." tened a storm, Then down the slope they crept, and a rope ‘Over the wall he threw, “ But which did you love, of the crowd all told ?"* She blushed a little.“ My dear,” she said, "The man I loved, he was plain and olf, (Our Greek professor—long, long since dead.” A silvery tear on her eyelash gleamed: ‘That was the dream my young heart dreamed.” MADRLINE 5 HRIDGRS, He said, "I'll ne'er stop till I reach the top,"* Ga-roo, little Annie, Ka-r00; © Pray fasten it tight, vg with your mig When I lower the rope to y Then his lortship lank rou, litle Annie, ga-roo; er skeleton thin flew out of her skint Every word that I tell you is true~Ga-too, TON Ls JONES. lerrible yank, » A DEFINITE MEASUREMENT. . fi We NOT FAIR. i their new cottage)— Heard from the platform of a city horse- EXPRESSIVE. Do you think : Mrs, De Toxc—" I'm going out, Nanette.” * you know ?” 5 F Conductor —"Get in, ladies ; get in! But Nawere i, madame.” Husband (struggling with her * sara- s unless you can stand.” i Mus. Dé Toxc—"*And I want you to be sure and toga”) —" need? Not much! Why, it isn’t take good care of the baby: high enough to doa respectably tall job of rst lady— No seats? Well, we'll not S ‘ rst lady—* No seats? Well, we'll not Na * Oui, madame. I bottle it at ze seex enough pay to ride if we have to walk swearing in, ¢ (to husband, exploring attic, in Isn't it rather low, dear? igh enough to kneel in, there ain't no sea AN INTERRUPTED HUNT. Lirriy SMUsy PRENpeRcast (playing "*Indians")—" The lone chief of OLD Cora (the cow)—"* Them fies is gettin’ ‘round early this year.” the Wampum-wamps feels the hot blood of the chase in his nostrils! He will, before the sun sets behind the rockies, cut the thousandth notch in his trusty gun for another buffalo.” A QUESTION OF DEGREE. Physician—"\ think from your symp- toms, madam, that your liver must be quite torpid. Mrs, Haceide—" Land sakes alive, doc- tor! I guess you mean frigid instead 0° tor- rid, for I'm jist about froze the hull endurin’ LIFE AND DEATH. Master Tommy had not yet fathomed the great mystery, On receiving from his mother an explanation suited to his child- ish comprehension he exclaimed, as the new: idea struck him : “Why, then, when you die it’s for al. ime the rest of your life, ” NATURE. INUTILITY. OW cect, how charming can fair nature be This is y go!" Wife— What is the matter? Husband— Some one has gone and daubed ink on my new penwiper.” Beside the babbling waters of the woodland brook, thin the shelter of a forest nook, -¢ all her charms in beauty are displayed: Who would not woo fair nature ?—winsome maid! Ah me! if I could be that suitor blest To lie in peace and joy upon her breast! M PROOF POSITIVE. Stranger Ni how? Mrs comi But yet, how fickle can the goddess be! Like mortal maiden full of caprice, she, Sceming to yield at times to your earess And with sweet smiles and words your life to bless, Then fills again your heart with doubts and fears Ry mournful sigh or bitter rain of tears: And thinking o'er the thing again I feel Hike the mortal better—she fr real, 1—*" Who's giving this tea, chhonne insisted on my with her, but she didn’t say.” Stranger No. She didn’t tell_ me cither; but I guess this is Mrs. La Mode’s house.”* Stranger No. FELINE AMENITIES. HER WISDOM. Papa— Where's mamma, Dotkins >" Dot (aged seven, ina disgusted tone) “ Well, she’s gone out ; but she didn’t see tit to ‘form me ii —"Oh, no; she can't be g it. for there's her husband.” * Mrs, Van Saurkraut i gto have her “Indeed 2? What in, pray 2" BY A MEAN MAN. Why oil, 6f cour betray their inmost t it “1 fancy it would : , ‘twas on business or gadding.” —_if it was done in vinegar. hing “ He-he-he.” Maiden ladies alw: thoughts by lau comicbooks.com