Judge — April 20, 1889 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE TWO SIDES. HE sits in a dreary attic o'erlooking the busy town, ‘Outon the steeples and wires she gazes with soured frown — A spinster with features hudgry and fingers blue from the cold — “How weary is life!" she murmurs; * will the dull tale ne'er WW My story's back from the IWeek/y—the landlord marked that oA abead— iN. ‘They refused my book on fossils—the baker's ‘hung/up' for bread— It's ob, for an inspiration! have it!" Her sharp face lights, She seizes a pen and paper, and listen to what she writes : SWEET SIXTEEN. * Upor: the bridge I idly lean With swinging hat and musing mien, Feeling mysell a rustic queen Where leaflets quiver. How soft the brook beneath me flows, How glad its gurgle as it goes To where the broadening sunlight shows The rippling river. * Let my home be the woodlands deep, The mossy banks where violets peep, ‘The lanes where nodding bluebells weep ‘And sunlight’s streami For there is naught more fair on earth ‘Than this lone spot endeared {rom birth, Scene of my childish, thoughtless mirth ‘And girlhood’s dreaming. * Tove the fowers upon the lea, Llove the buttery and ber. This morn a robin sang to me In the green cover Some day a knight will come to woo; Twait him here—I know not who. But brave his heart must be, and true, This sometime lover.” she says, “they will never know I wrote by a smoky lamp, ‘That I'm sixty and not sixteen, and * broke’ by this two-cent stamp.” RVELYN MALCOLAL EACH TO HIS PASSION. The seamstress is known by the pricks on her thumb, the blue-stocking by the callous on her mid- dle finger, the druggist by the odor he exhales, and the clergyman by the number of women’s hearts he wears at his belt, A BRILLIANT CONCEPTION. Mr, Hugh Ebbonte— Ain't yo" agoin’ to Mrs. Yallerby's ball ober on Sebenth abenue to-night, Gustus >" Mr. Augustus Whitewash—"Fraid 1 kain’t, Hugh. dress affair, an’ | hab no gloves.” Mr, Hugh Ebbonie—*Sho, chile! jus’ dip yo’ hands in dat pail o' whitewash ober dar, an’ you'll hab a skin-tight pair ob white kids in no tim a score-card—will yer ? It am a full- for a year. 21 NEEDLESS REGRETS. Jewkins (sadly)—"And so Chatty and his wife have been separated What a pity it is that they cannot be happy !” Hogg—* Why, bless your soul, they are!" EQUALLY DANGEROUS. “Have you ever been through the St. Lawrence rapids 2” “No; but | married my third wife last week.” A WESTERN GO-AS-YOU-PLEASE. Ma. Setmack (Aetween gasps) —" S~say, Maria, the—next time—we go by—the house—p-put I've b-bren a doin’ this—fer an hour an’ ‘ud—like ter know haow I—stan’ !" IF 1 BUT KNEW. I but knew what my love would say r [P's otua"stk her hand thts very dane ‘and yet my. plea‘could not meh teal, So my should’ 1Yeae that t'sould tal? Wuhode’ner hand ae to me tant come — The armless gitin the muscu A TALE OF THE MoLison (as the hat goes up)—"* These sudden gusts are verwy annoyii WHIRLWIND. _ Mxs. McBripe (as the hat comes down)—"* 1 wonder {what divil’s game thim scaramouch boot-bhlacks will be phlayin’ an me nixt !"" comicbooks.com