Judge — August 17, 1889 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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THE SHANTY ON THE ROCKS. HIN Twas but a gossoon, asmany years ago, ‘Me father built a shanty wher’ rints was foine an’ low. Sy He built it up in Harlem ; ‘twas not so to howld us, the billy, an’ the pig. The shanty jist forninst us belonged to Kay's dad, An’ often in the moontoight swate matin’s we hey had. ’ Ter soft eyes bamed so kindly benath O she was jist the beauty of the shanties on the rocks. “Thim happy toimes is over, an’ the place be's strange an’ new ; The rocks has all been blasted, an’ they"ve made a roadway t'ron. But Katy’s shtill me darlin’, an’ always thrue to me, ‘An’ often in the moonloight wid tears we scem to sce “The ould wooden shanty, wid mother at the dure, Whin we was both but childher, so happy an’ so pure. © the wurruld it has used me wid many blows an knocks : ‘The more [tink wid longin’ of the shanty on the rocks. THE QUICKER THE BETTER. SHE CAM into the room with her silken robes trailing after her across the marble floor, Her tawny hair was gathered in a golden blowse at her neck. Her opaline eyes gleamed through the mist like the sun shining through a vermuth cock- tail. : She had the hips of an Urquhart and the shoulders of a Jansen, She was well fixed. Suddenly her eyes fell upon him as he lay, face down, across, the polished whiteness of the tiles, his lurid bath-robe writhily entwining his pajamed limbs. Her hand wert to her throat, and she till, A cup stood upon the table beside him, and something like ste his clenched white hand, peak to me, Nadrovine!” she cried in a hoarse whisper, and fell in a tremulous heap, with the usual thud, winding her arms convulsively about his seventh-regiment neck. He turned his face wearily toward her, and there was a great red. gash across the gothic granite of his check. “Tis nothing,” he said; and then she knew it all. He had been trying to shave himself with a patent safety razor. fleet oeeaee kere mastansos. the chureh-bel in the steeple hat to worship calls the people “Tis the church-bclte in the choir Calls the young men to admire. Pix-noy— Two to one th’ ball don’t git half way down here, with that rollin’ it.” hop-vines Or'll hov AT TWO ENDS OF THE ALLEY. COMPARATIVE PHYSIOGNOMY. . there's a piece of property I'd like to get hold of.” at Donavan doan’ kape that billygoat av his away from thim s life BLUE BLOOD. LOUD VOICES came from the nursery of a Murray-hill resid last utterance was, “I tell you he didn’t have a grandfather De Peyster turned to his wife and remarked upon the youthful appre ciation of blue bod. “Who were you talking about?” he asked of Gracie, who just then entered the room, “Oh, ‘bout Adam,” ce, The GENUINE RELAXATION. HE PROPRIETOR of a boarding-school was explaining the rules and regulations to an intending patron. “On Thursday, which is a half-holiday, fare, and make some exception to the Spartan order to change our bill-of- mplicity of the n the Miss Rutcers (a graduate of the women's athletic class)—" Wold my cloak, please, Mr. Gordon ; that last one slipped a little.” comicbooks.com