Judge — September 28, 1889 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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KATY DID. ATH the hanging branches Of the weeping-willow tree, Katy and her lover softly Whisper words of melody. Does she give him what he asks for? May he call her heart his own? Who can tell if fairies cannot ? Who can tell but they alone ? “Katy did, Katy didn't "— Hear them calling, calling still, While her longing lover lingers, Hoping, praying Katy will, Now the flowers bend to listen, But they cannot hear a word ; While the waving meadow-grasses Faintly sigh with hope deferred, All the fairies of the forest Wonder “Is it yes, or no?” Lut to him alone she tells it, In an answer sweet and low, “* Katy did, Katy didn't" Hear the voices of the night Ever in unceasing murmur Till the dawning of the light Now the stars are winking slyly And the roses bend their heads, While the violets, nodding sh Hide within their mossy beds. Lady Moon, with modest glances, In her silv'ry veil is hid, Giving lovers best of chances, Which they took, as Katy did. “Katy did, Katy didn’t ""— You may hear the elfin throng, ‘Through the silence of the twilight, Singing still their summer song. N ARTIST paints with taste, I understand, Because he holds his palate in his hand. CAUGHT Heap-warrer (as guest rises) —* Excuse m STRANGER —" How much do you get a week?” Heap-watter —" Twenty dollars.” STRAN All right. this caravansary.” AT LAST. ir, but my customary fee is a dollar.” ‘Come out to the desk and I'll pay you off, JUDGE 397 A FIJI'S BATHING OUTFIT. COUSIN TOM, the erratic, was home from the nds. Perhaps his associations had corrupted his manners if not his power of recollection. At any rate, when he entered the sitting-room one morning and found two plugs of cotton lying on the sofa, he took them between his thumb and finger and holding them aloft horrified his assembled relatives by lightly inquiring, “ Who has mislaid her bathing-suit ?” ® wituinc To accommopaTe. Collector —" Mr. Rankin says he can’t be bothered to send me to see you every week about that little bil Customer —" My compliments to Mr. Rankin, and tell him every other week will do just as well.” a! GRIMES ON A PHILADELPHIA HORSE-CAR. * No smoking Visitor (prevaricating) —"" I'm not smoking.” * What's that I smell 2" Visitor —"* Why, my dear fellow, your beautiful and most superbly appointed palace-oi wheels goes so fast that the friction causes the rails to heat." (Conductor goes into a blissful trance and forgets to collect the six-cent fare.) THE HEIGHT OF AVARICE. TWO old soakers compare notes. “Do you know my wife's so mean she actually begrudges me the little water I mix with my grog. “Ah! but mine's worse yet. Just fancy, all the time blowin’ about the water I don’t tak mine!” OUT FOR THE PENNANT. Mr. Bo “ Boy, what is the s Boy n't you sce the bulletin-board ?” Mr. Boozy (a moment later in front of a cheap restaurant)— “Sirloin, 25, Pork chops, 15. ore 2” “Rah for sirloi THE FLANNEL SHIRT. AINST a fad like this I must advert : It's difficult to tell when it's a soiled one. I's well enough to wear a flannel shirt, Provided it be underneath a boiled one, NOT GOOD ENOUGH. 46 JANE, how often have I told you not to take policemen into the kitchen while I'm out?” “And shure, mum, I haven't disobeyed yez."” “ How can you say that to my face when I just met one going out as I came in?” hure, mum, it was the parlor, not the kitch- I'm the new proprietor of en, I tuk him into, the darlin’ !” comicbooks.com