Judge — October 5, 1889 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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HOME! JER cheek is brown with the sun's warm dyes And her voice like a mountain-echo rings, The sea’s blue splendor is in her eyes light as the swallow's wings. Her strong little hand to my fond arm clings, As down the avenue’s twilight space ‘We walk and talk of a thousand things While the young moon shines on her upturned face Oh, the air is sweet and the world is sweet, And my heart goes beating so loud and fast ‘That I think the people who throng the street Must hear it throb as they hurry past. ‘My heart that waited so long and Lng, As I toiled the round of my daily cares - A dreamy phantom the crowds among, A lonely ghost in the thoroughfares, ‘The summer seemed like an endless year, And only in dreams I spoke her name ; Bat I lived on her letters—the blesstd, dear Little slanting scribble that seldom came! Now life's strong pulse at its utmost beats To the kind, sweet whisper her lips let fall; “I'm glad to be back in these dear old streets, And home is the best place, after all.”” MS. mIDGss. HUM OF THE COURT. J AMES OWEN O'CONNOR, tragedian, complains that he was h't with a pie. “" "The wanton destruction of pie has come to be a great national evil. 4] WILL STICK to lemonade if 1 go to congress,” says Mr. Sullivan ; and in the next breath he says, “Iam a Dimecrot.” John, John! we must make our utterances “consist.” R. JACKISH has been nominated for alderman in Chicago. A man who can't spell his own name better than that ought to be—well, by Jove! he ought to Le elected to that very position, JOHN BURNS complains that not a dollar of American money was contributed to the great London strike; but John must remember that at this season the American workman is stocking his cellar with his winter supplies. THE POLICE of London were to be abolished perhaps there would be no more Whitechapel atrocities. ‘That large body of men affords a protection for crime that is the most criminal thing in the records of scoundrelism. F RAY HAMILTON had been a scoundrel he would have had no trouble in rid- ding himself of the harpies who surrounded him; but in that case he would have so won the respect and affection of Mrs. Mann that he would have had to kill her to get rid of her. HILE OUR GOVERNOR predicts much «with regard to the state senate, it is curious to observe that the ex-president and his friends don’t appear to know there is any such thing. RAY HAMILTON was the goose of the golden egg, and the scoundrels who controlled him would have killed him, A thief is a thief, and how utterly mean and stupid a thief is ! SLOW PROGRESS. Mr. HALLBACK—"'It's no use, wife. Here I've paid out two hundred dollars for Maria's music-lessons, ax’ now if, Over the wa sie can't play better that that it's time she stopped !" A MATTER OF CONGRATULATION. Bexny—'' We children have lots to be thankful for, don't we, mamma?” Mrs, Ropmas—"* Yes, dear; but what made you think of that?” BeNNv—"'S'pose you'd had a hand like that just after you caught me in th’ jam-closet yesterd: E BEG to call the attention of the Hon. Mr. Sullivan to the fact that the editor of the Philadelphia Times says he is a slugger, he is no gentleman, and he ought to be in state-prison. HE PHILOSOPHER of the Detroit Free Press says there are fifty things that would frighten a horse that wouldn't be noticed by a calf. But that isn’t courage, dear boy; that’s stupidity. In the one case there is mettle; in the other veal. THE WONDER is, now that the prohibitionists of this state have a ticket in the field, that Citizen G. F, Train doesn’t nominate himself for something too. I" IS ASKED, “ Why do not more Americans marry English girls?” Why does a man search all over the house for his spectacles when he has them on his own nose? ENTERPRISE is good, but it does seem strange that places like Kalamazoo should make simul- tancous claims for the world’s fair and the remains of General Grant. I) TWO will be a great year, This town will have the world’s fair and this state will go Republican by twenty thousand majority. ‘The march of progress is straight on. RN EDITOR died at table his pipe in his mouth. He had just begun a ma- licious article on the contemporary with the heading Smoked Out.” And it was so, comicbooks.com