Judge — July 27, 1889 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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And the sea and the wet sind are shining ; My sweetheart is digging for shells on the shore, While I at her feet am reclining. But never a glance can I get of her face, ‘SS __ Ora peep at one dear little dimple; -3- On her head is a tangle of ribbon and lace— My grandmother called it a wimple. AS os Like a cowl it is shaped, and it grows on a ‘ey cloak, Ni And covers her eyes up completely ; hs There's an impudent tassel all ready to poke \ Is she frowning, or smiling? That provoking me U Hides a mystery none can uaravei. 1 T've asked her a question. T do wish she would Stop tapping her foot on the gravel. Not even the tip can T see of her nose; She's angry, perhaps, or she’s crying. “Tis surely no harm for a man to propose. Hurrah! From the bonny curls, fying. igs of the wind, docs the truant hood sro ishing whirl that seems spiteful. Suffice it to add that she doesn't say "* No," And the way she says * Yes” is delig irate SHE GAVE HERSELF AWAY. Grazep Dick (on @ northern N CHICAGO. bar sere Afrs, Wabash —" Did you read about the Stimson sean- lal in the Bugle this morning 2" Mrs, Lakefront —"No; 1 never read such things. But Mr. 1. front told me about Mrs, Wabash—* Some of it was pretty bad, wasn’t Mrs, Lakefront — Ves, indeed ; especially that at the bottom of the third column on the first page. “y very poor,” the people up here will like i GEORGE FURNISHED THE ARMS. gaged to young ( Emma corge Halby.” Sadie —"V understanding some weeks CONVENIENT PR ago, You remember the wheat comer in Chicago ? Emma —"To be sure I do.” Sadie —" Well, that’s the time 1 got caught in the squeeze.” ought we to give him AFRAID OF THE HEREDITARY INFLUENCE. Miss Piuaire—"Armand, you haven't met my family before. This is Great-grandma Parsons, and this mamma.” . . Hek INTENDED (looking ahead a few years) —" Say, Nessie, take back what'you said, and be simply a sister to me, won't you?” Je, this Grandma — UNUSED TO LUXURIES. isit)—"'T warn't no use, mother. Your wg t* pull a cork with, an’ after foolin’ with it an hour Thad t' git AN EYE TO THE MAIN CHANC Son (a lad of fourteen) —* Buy him a dressin THE PLAY NEEDED REVISION. ss}ow WAS the audience at your rendition of * Hamlet’ last night 2” was asked of a barn-stormer, “ What seems to be the trouble?” _ “Tdon’t know; but I suppose I shall have to rewrite the play before Mother —* Your father's birthday comes next week, my son. What -gown—a rather short one; then, as he'll not be able to wear. it, he'll give it to me. SS PASSED BY JUDGE. BY ADAPTING one’s expec the world to its proved capacity for fulfilling them one will save many dis- agreeable surprises and obviate many bit- ter and unavailing quarrels with f SENTENC! HE ations of There is nothing so impregnable as human soul, It requires neither walls nor guards nor palaces to hedge it in, It is its own fortress and its own retreat, suf- ficient unto itself, a unity, a micro-deity, possessor of all things which it has power to appropriate to its own use and enjoy- ment. What Carlyle lamented is fast becoming true. The last years of the nineteenth century are rapidly driving the final nails into the coffin of the devil, and the twer tieth century will have relegs mains to the place occupied by the ki dred myths of witcheraft and necromancy Peace to his ashes! ed his ri thers score yea Some are old at twenty, wh practically children at thr and ten, But if one were to put on swad- dling-clothes at seventy, he could make no greater mistake than the individual of twenty—nay, thirty—who fancies that the sun of his life has irretrievably set, or that the passion-fires on his hearth-stor dead past rekindling. Ire KATIOINE, GOSSRAN comicbooks.com