Judge — October 12, 1889 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE LITTLE ME. HEY say I have a pretty face, And compliment my bair ; My carriage symbolizes grace My parents both declare : But many beaus prance up the way To visit Daisy Lee, While no one ever s: ‘A word to little m ps to say’ ‘There's Gracie Smith, she meets a score Of fellows every nig! She's twenty-six or eight, or more, And dresses like a fright ; But if I take the air at noon, Or do a ball or tea, The men seem anxious not to spoon Or chat with little me. Tam not old, Tam not lean, I'm neither pale nor red ; T cannot decorate a screen (Or bake the family bread ; My style is excellent, I think, My det would ample be, But no man scems to care to link His fate with little me T've thought it over many days And still my heart is sore; None but the postman finds it pays To ring at our front door. The last, last leaf I sec in dreams ‘On my ancestral tree ; For looking so like ma, it seems, Has settled little me! A REFLEX ACTION, 4] DID not intend to cast any reflections,” he said, after making a dozen covert allusions to her most sacred idiosyncrasies. “Oh, no,” she responded sweetly. “You are not bright enough, you know. It requires a luminous body to cast reflections.” CAUSE FOR ANXIETY. Old Mr. Folsom —"\ was over to Cudberry’s to-day, and they have received a letter from the college president telling ‘em that Jim, who is in the college, has certainly got the divine afflatus, or suthin’ like that.” Old Mrs, Folsom —" You don’t say ! Is the family worried any?” PUSHING TRADE. ‘The: suirax—" Walla bishmellah alimo winkiwunk—wunk lalla?” (zokict interpreted means, “ What in thunder do you want?) Mk. Baxtiert—" Drownin’ many wives this season?” Tue suvrax—" Heapla !" Mk. Baxtiert— Well, I represent th’ Universal bag company of New York. Didn't know but what T might get your order for a few gross of *flower- of-the-harem* 1" NOT ON THE TENTED FIELD. JONES had been entertaining a few friends at dinner. Ordering coffee to be served in the library, he led the way to that apartment. Taking down a sword that was hanging on the wall.and brandishing it with much affectation of martial ardor, he said: “Never, gentlemen, shall I forget the day when I drew this trusty blade for the first time.” “And where was that ?” asked a curious guest. “Why, in a raffle.” IT RAISED HIS SPIRITS. Miss DePeyster — Did you notice how brilliantly the organist played the wedding march at Sallie's wedding ?” Miss Brewster —"Yes; it seemed to me as if he put his whole soul into it. He must have been rejoiced at the size of his fee.” Miss DePeyster —" That wasn't it; he had secured a divorce that morning.” at eR uses Foe Tot ace Shave?” young fellers. I vos vand mein face sofdened mit’ dot EXecuTIONER—"'Say, Hamburg, this ain't no tannery.” SENTENCES PASSED BY THE JUDGE. RE is nothing quite so sure as consequences. Chance without a mind to back it is a word of no meaning, and fate is meaningless unless it presupposes will. It is the respectable who always lose the chance of a sensation. the man who is to be hanged that gets all the bouquets. There are two stages to eve iment of that conception, Most actions should stop at the first stage. The lower a man in a calling, the greater care must he give to details. Only those whose reputation is established and whose income is assured can afford to gene The sun, glorifying that which he shines upon, sees it in a haze of glory created by his own far-reaching shining. So love is the divine al- chemist who turns all dross to gold. A truly useful member of society works his own work independent of friends or foes. It is probable that the moon is entirely unconscious of the puppy which barks at her and the lover whose inspiration she is. Memory’s tablets are always written in indelible ink. pathetic nature; and though it may at times appear to be obliterated, in truth it but awaits the chemicals of circumstance to flash it into sight. To be of use in the world —to feel that one is doing some one thing, however slight, which none other could do with the same facility—is a genuine satisfaction. To be of use to one beloved is a pleasure not to be exceeded by any other reward which love may bring. TH It is the conception and the embod- KATHRINE GROSJEAN, IT WOULD BE A CHANGE, 64H, DOCTOR, I don't know what to do with poor William. He's working himself into an carly grave. Can't you suggest some- thing to prevent him going down hill so rapidly?” “He might try the legislature, madam. There the decline is only gradual.” comicbooks.com