Judge — August 3, 1889 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE THE Naw Youx, Saturday, July —, 18% AM siging alone in my office, here | write, looking down on the street, With your letter spread open before me— EDITOR’S LETTER. “There's a hop at the Ocean to-morrow.” (To-morrow—and that is to-night!) ™ And Sally and Bob and—Tom Herrick Aa angular, wtdewritten sheet qe eeieand aah can breathe unre" ts mystical turnings oo though mamma's inthe city. ‘A whiff of the sea and the pin “Too bad, Jack, you cannot come down. 3, And I've learned, since your stay at Bar harbor, T know that the Sunday edition To read quite & lot "tween the lines. yi Will keep you fast bound in the town.” T can picture you now, in your hammock, So you knew it—ah! Grace, did it bore you In that gown that f fancy, of wbite he thought of the dancing and all, Eyes closed, as befits a young woman With Saiy and Bod and-with Herrick, Who is dreaming of Conquest to-night ; “To-night, at the opening ball ? With your tennis-hat crushed for a pillow EASY TO FIND. Young man—"1 have here something for the poet's corner,” Editor —“AMl right, young man; the poets right over the rer sits FIRST LOVE, HE, MOON rose slow in silver splendor, One great star glowed alone above, As, murmuring in accents tender, I wandered with my little love. We two alone, The restless ocean Broke billowy on the glistening shore ; © Tell me,” T whispered, with emo- tion, "Tell me you never loved. be- fore," ‘ Her azure eyes thro’ tear listen, And stifling heart -throbs half o'ercome her, While wind and wave stand still to listen— Soft falls her answer, * Not this summer.” ELEN THN BROECK. PUTTING A GOOD FACE ON IT. A LADY is engaging a new cook. “Are you sure you don’t keep company with any young man?” “Yes, 1 do, ma'am; but (pig's whisper) he’s an awful small eater.” Won may, ie. pean ical at a Barter, { the people are “awfully slow “allimarried, and Airts in the bara Up under your riotous, ir, And the sun peering thro’ the green branches ‘And smiling to find you so fair. ‘And don't give the yearlings a show. “ Mrs. Blanco “And Herricl Through the tube. ‘Set the Samoa matter with leads; Did you think I would have you lamenting ‘One sla iss ? Dear girt—I'vea page on the taift Wwe and adorer to miss for occasions like this ! ™ Run in some short verse from the weeklies ; Put the proofs of our great circulation cue ‘With extra additional heads On a telegraph-blank. © Keep a waltz for * yours ever,’ this evening, four most ravishing dress— wear yi (Tom Herrick was fatal last summer) T'm off on the special express TMuGRANT (answering questions) from Quanestown ; Oi'm a p INSPECTOR —"' Officer, take him up to Steel's slaughter-house, there, I believe. AT CASTLE GARDEN. Me nem is Rooney phrominint mimber ay th’ Clan-na-( Oi'm over in th’ last shteamer el, an’ OF want wurruk ‘They're short of hands Byrxs—' It's a mean thing to do, but I need it for my beach-stroll, give up to their elders. children must learn to TS LIvTLe sister —"*7 BYERS AND HIS LITTLE SISTER. -2-2-2-21pp | wow, ough !” A DILEMMA. SOME ONE was speaking of a certain crabbed, sur- ly, and every way disagree- able official. “One never knows how to take him,” concluded his critic, a jug without any handle.” NO CHICKEN. Parse eggs.” Pupil—"Third person, plural number” (after a mo- ment’s pause), “one might be one gender and one the other" (more hesitation and then a triumphant finish), “and objective case unless they're fres HIS MARRIAGEABLE AGE, De Sappy —"Aw, at what age would yaw advise me to mawwy, Miss Sharpeleigh Miss Sharpetei non-age, if you wish to make the girls happiest.” Where did you get that Dh, that? to give it to me in a whirl Just so; I should call him * Why, one of my comicbooks.com