Judge — May 4, 1889 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE THE FIRST INAUGURATION. HE frean grass brightened along the way. T "Rew tlotsonn barat from each bended “pe Ties ward as t lu soung wand teas Bo From the lonely hill Up from the ibelands, warm a Came the country folk into New Vork town. straggling hamlet ‘mid marshes bare, wi ith, ts clusters of houses here and there, “round it the sea-tides circling fair. The puritan maids with their modest eyes, ‘The stalwar: youths in their homely juise, “The sires, and grandsires, and matrons wise— ‘And children silenced from talk and song, Hair scared half smiling, Sond mute among ‘The earnest groups of that listening throng. Not many, indeed, all told were they And the bells were ringing—not mai Who came from near and far away. Were the chimes that echoed, agai To that first inauguration day. The gladdest tidings eer come to But every face had a heart beneath, But out on the quict waters whirled And every life, fom its happy breath, That gr swept, like God's thunder hurled ‘Ata moment's call would have gone to death Over the whole wide, wondering world. For one who stood with uncovered head, And a hundred years have come and gone Praying that blessing and light be shed Of the freedom fought forthe freedom won— On the untried pathway his feet must tread. By the sword and the pen of Washington! gh in the sgt ofthe mative, ‘A hundred years of Time's fateful Aight, and strony, like a god he stobd; Yer stil at Our sca-gates day a Or, betters Christian soldier, good: Fate Liberty stands with het ited fight. SWEET CHARITY. Tramp (at the South ferry)—“ I'm about frozen, mister. Can't yer gimme an elevated ticket to Bleecker street? It’s only five cents.” Philanthropist—"\ don't like to do that, my man, but here's a ticket toa charitable society up-town. ‘They'll investigate your case if you walk up." DECLINED ALL 'ROUND. Miss Cashley—"\ am sorry, Mr, Gushington, but it can never be. But 1 will aly ¢ a sister to you. Mr. Gushington— Pardon me if / decline, How could | congratulate a future brother-in-law, sister, should you by to wed?" PRESENCE OF MIND. Boarding-house keeper (2 a.m,)—" Ha! You vas going to skip, ain’t it? Pay me dot bill or I calls der police!” Jack Borrowil I! 1 was just going to leave this gripsack at your door as security. Got to catch an early train.” id Java good coffee to-ni t Bah!"to drink Such'a'colce is Mochary.” FROM THEIR STANDPOINT. Winysitine—* What's all this dayvlish fuss about, deah boy?” "I believe these American fellahs are can- onizing some old fossil that invented a pie or something.” HE MOVED IN A HIGHER SPHERE. The officer charges you with having no visible means Baboony (haughtily)—" Aw—I suppose my means of suppawt are usually invisible to fellaws of his clawss, I'm a champagne boomer, Mr. Justice, ALAS! T had told her that I loved her, She demanded back her letters; She had whispered me the same; ‘And ty mind 1s n'a wh Then in innocent firtation For by some mistake T sent h Tas caught. ‘The climax came. Letters from another girl. BLUE MONDAY. Wiggins (who has got outside the bulk of his week's ing Third avenue table d'héte)—" Hello, Starvely! what have you to- day—greens?" Starvely (same circumstances ; jabbing his fork into the spinach)— “Nop; blues.” A CONTINUED CONVERSATION. PROBABLY TRUE. AN (reiail dry-coods, talking in his slecp)—"* But ve vill hef some more Mrs. Brown—"\t you had only listened to me"— time you calls, mine frent.” Mr. Brown—"V'd have been talked to death long ago.” Porter—"‘Jersey City! All out !” comicbooks.com