Judge — August 17, 1889 — page 5: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

OBSCURITY. ‘T WAS in the month of August, ust a year ao to-day, a When wemet and blandlychatted ‘as we watched the ocean play : And her fetching eyes of hazel layed such havoc with my cart That it still retains the rankle of that devastating dart. tis easy to be wounded when your \eart lies round at ease— As it were, in tennis flannels—at ‘midsummer hops and teas. But the art of the physician falters blindly in the dark When a draught must be concocted assuage Love's fever-spark. Often, often in, those merry days 1 drank at Pleasure's: Tount,. And submerged with smiling countenance my weakling bank ac ‘count, While Tdreamed boy Cupid nodded his approval from the skies Hut it must have been the jlamour from my heavens, which were her eyes. What a woful lack of prudence marked my manners when I'd call! How my pulicsirings throbbd and quivered when I'd meet er In eeateha ne oe Even now my tingling pulses start gyrations in my pen. AsTsigh and smile and wonder if we'll ever meet agsun Rack T journeyed to the city, once again to haunt the cou ‘Tomy Chity and my Blackstone and my Robinson on ‘doubt not ane makes merry and iewing like a dove With a fellow she referred to once," Rob Browning's suc a lo HIS SPELLING DEFECTIVE. Old Hayseed (to waiter) — young feller. Waiter Old Hayseed Orgust, young fell imme some oysters, LONG DRAWN OUT. Esaoxpr —'* You look paws'tively—but what is th mattah with th 1 hs? [left them on me stretchah too long, and it's the only beach-walking js Not an oyster month, sir,” dunno how to spell A TRANSFER OF COLOR. Tommy (to his sister) —* Let's sce who can stay under water the longer. Toumy (coming up where his sister went down) —"* Phew! Twish Helen Here goes.” (They both dive.) wouldn't paint so blamed thick.” HOBSON’S CHOICE, [' 2 police-court. “Prisoner, you've been brought before me three times within a and that’s three times too oft “Well, your honor, my case is a hard one and no mistake. When I work at my profession I'm arrested for stealing. If I don’t work then I get took up for loafing.” GOT IT EXACTLY. S4 PAPA.” asked Jones's young- est olive-branch, “how do the savages tell the time of day when they haven't either clocks or 7 . watches?” “My son, they count i on their fingers,” replied Jones, who could |j not suppress a smile of pity at his ASTRONOMICAL, OUSIN ETTA and little Mar- garet (age four) playing lawn- tennis inthe parlor, Time, cight p.m. Ball hits little Margaret in the eye. Cousin Etta —" Now, Margaret, it didn’t hurt you, you know brave and don't cry,” Little Margaret (sobbingly) jo-o, Tousin Etta; I dess it didn’t hurt; b-but when the ball stuck my eye the sun came out.” be AN AQUARELLE. DIVING BELLE, full well she knows The grace of her unstudied pose ; A darling girl, the sweetest thing Of poesy’s imagining. ‘A type of lily roon and rose. Her skirt and bodiced waist disclose ‘The rounded loveliness that glows offspring’s ignorance. ‘And throbs init enveloping — ——- — Sec. 4 4 s \ ij A diving belle, A CORRECT STATEMENT. A DELIGLCE CLILORE: am hin hn ingle! os Patient—"Do cucumbers dis- Mr, Cutuertsox—' Do you notice what a willing little horse I've got“ Yrofsmranere tees then s coe Her arms above her ; then a spring, A flash of fair feet glistening, And deep beneath the wave she goes— A diving belle. tress all people, doctor?” today Doctor—"No, sit; only those who eat them.” Pom. CURTISS, comicbooks.com