Judge — July 20, 1889 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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POLLY. D he’s an ass who applauds Rut T would T might weave into verse (That was resonant, swinging, and jolly) A rhyme, alike pleasing and terse, About my old brier-root, Polly. nin the mouth puses seem dreary, When luck pulls me do And books and play When debtors flee north oF flee south, | ‘Old Poll sets me witty and cheery T don't care a rap of my fist And fit snug, in my bricr-root, Polly. When the town saves its breath ia July in the pavements are spr cut the yearly supply The troubles of life fade away With the puffs from my bricr-root, Polly. If favorites take second place, If tigers get tippted and saucy, 18 your bachelor den, the whispers of folly, Rid your thoughts of all w ’ And abite by a friend Ii IT MAY COME TO THIS. ¥ Stranger —"V'd like to see Mr. Squib, the society editor of this \ paper.” MORE THAN HE FISHED FOR. Miss Dovecore: (tostess)—"* Why don’t you come into the parlor and dance, Mr. Orkwood ?” Managing editor —" Well, he's busy just no “I thought he was not occupied about this hour of Mx. Oxkwoon (tho loves flatte “Ah, deah me, you know, Tdarce so the day. beastly, don'tcherkno Managing editor —" Well, he isn’t, usually ; but we had to detail Miss Dovece You couldn't do that, I'm sure, Mr, Ork- wood. You know it takes a wise man to play the fool, him to-ds igs between his father and mother. Ie understands the case better than an outsider would.” to report the divorce proceedi A SUMMER'S TALE. into her head to try a New port for her outing this su A LOGICAL MIND, £4 IE! PAPA, how funny you are still alive!” said Master Tommy, mer. She said she'd be sensible for once—take only one Saratoga or $0, \ged five, running up to the bedside of his father, who had been and not spend more than $1,000. attacked by an epidemic disease. “Why, there's Mr Smith, next door, "When I asked her where she'd go she seemed undecided. has just been buried, and he was took sick a whole week before you.” “ Well, a Cape May please some, but 1 Ii eorge, and I'd have a Rich field for my favorite sport there. I like to east a line standing on a : A NEW DEFINITION. log or Block; Island lots more fish that way, I'm sure. Tut then, fd the Teacher —" Now, my young friend, can you tell me what mem- Bath, Beach is necessary, and for picnics you need an Old Orchard or an ory is?” Ocean Grove, where, if you want to build a fire, you'll find plenty of little Master Tommy (alter a moment's hesitation) — Please, sir, mem- twigs and many a Long Iranch lying around. I asked. “do not, As bury well you know.” “How about the Pier?" I ventured. “The views of society there are too Narra; gan sett all day and count the different cliques. | don’t care to be everlastingly climbing over such a Bar; Harbor no ill-will toward any oe, and when I Mount, Desert no old friend i ra vatingly replied to all this, * You go to Halifax with your thousand dollars.” To which she quickly responded, “If you'll make ita couple of Thousand, Isles see about BUSINESS FOLLOWS HIS PULSE. New- Yorker (in Boston) —" How's business?” Boston merchant —" Well, sit, business. isn’t what it ought to be at this season of the year. Do you find that politics is at ory is what you for-forget with, Don't you like a Park ? New- Yor the bottom of it Boston merchant —" Oh, fo, s whisper) John L, Sullivan is sick.” 3; but (in a | ae | NATURALLY. Sunday-school teacher —"re there any ques= tions that the class would like to ask ?” Little Tommy Tuttle —" What kind of lights A MISFIT. = did they have in the ark at night? Mr. Fakins—" Whoa, dar! Dat makes d’ secon’ time yo's been t'rough dat collah. S'pec! I'll Little Johnny Sawhorse—"\ know, teacher. hab t’ git yo' swelled, ‘rd! harness shrunked.” ‘They was are-lig comicbooks.com