Judge — October 19, 1889 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE THEN AND NOW. 'M SITTING alone while the orchestra plays ‘That prelude of old I remember so well, That quickens the memory of dead, vanished days, And I unresistingly yield to its spell ; ‘The sme modulations that quiver and die And over the senses their magicry cast— A waltz rising, falling, a rhythmical sigh, ‘A low murmuring voice o'er the gulf of the past ‘Youth's pulses are quick and his blood warm as wine, ‘And reckless he challenges flood or the fire ; Undaunted, unheedful, he will not resign ‘The purpose and pursuit impelled by desire ‘The warmth and the glow of the bright golden day Too soon to the twilight’s dim sorrow is wed ; ‘The flower of promise fades quickly away, And hope, burned to ashes, is voiceless and dead. Then hearts were her playthings. She knew not their worth, But toyed with them lightly and bruising them laughed ; The glass that she proffered was brimming with mirth, Yet teardrops and anguish were there in each draught. Quite deeply I drank —but the story's oft told I'm wiser but grayer at present, by far; ‘The nearest I come to the follies of old Is an absinthe frappé and a friendly cigar. I never have married. Yet should I regret ? And she has stood still while old Time passed her by: She's younger, though sixty, than any the set ‘That worshiped and courted the same time as I. ‘The prelude that carried me back to the past Shrinks trembling in terror and injured dismay, And at the sad dissonance stands quite aghast, While my past to the present gives rudely away. For still she holds on, and she's singing to-night, ‘And though time could not brush the bought bloom from her cheek, He freckled her voice to a sad vocal fright, So she's murdering music ut twenty a week. KNEW A THING OR TWO. THE little daughter of a laboring-man had been ken to a toy-shop that she might select a doll. here’s a nice one, Lucy,” said the mother. No; it’s too handsomely dressed for me. I want to be my doll’s mamma, not its servant.” THEIR NATURAL (sceNY INDEPENDENCE, A FRONT STOOP IN A QUIET STREET, =10 PM.) Brawtupp (smoking and laying down the law) “1 say no man should allow his wife to get the upper hand. It won't do, and simply for the that nature never intended it to be so." Rounturn (ditto and ditto) I say be kind to your wife. ‘Treat her like your equal, but never give up your own independence. Keep a firm hand.” Heldinn (ditto and ditto, but even more emphatically) firm hand; that’s what I say, TIME me new boss Of course not, “Keep a Don’t allow the first approach to tyra When a woman begins to order you ‘round TEKEGRATH OFrice. AN INCIDENT TELEGRAPH OPERATOR AT MULLIN’s Forks—" That new lightnin’=flinger at Kennebunk ought to be shot. How's this for a message ?—' y-I-$-bin-x & pol-w=w-w=j-co— OF THE WIRES. Tee “Yo time, APH -OPERATOR AT 'd better go now, Silas. And down in my heart, where a gloom and a chill Have made it a tomb since the gray long ago, ‘The ghosts of the past feel the quickening thrill, And wine and the laughter of fair women flow. Old friends and did faces, old pains and old joys, The blind youthful quest for a greater delight, The times, often turning, with jolly good boys, ‘The night into day and the day into night. Ah, well I recall her! Her retroussé nose And the dimples that punctuate each of her cheeks, Her hair, holding captive a blushing blown-rose, ‘A mouth kissed by sunshine-whenever she speaks. With less heart than head and less conscience than art, Quite loving and tender, yet selfish and vain, With a dash and a sparkle that quickened the heart Like the bright inspiration of starry champagne. HE NEVER SAW A FLAIL. Micnats, (who has been sent into the barn for a forgotten whip) —* Nither that harse is lazy or as cruelty in th’ heart av him,” First feminine voice (from casement opposite) —" Brawtupp, you come home, now—ten o’clock—do you hear?” Brawtupp (with resignation) —*All right, Maria.” Second feminine voice (from casement next door)—"Is George Rounturn there? I thought I told you you were not to stay out after half-past-nine. Rounturn (in cheerful tones) m coming now.” Third feminine voice (from casement upstairs) — “See here, Heldinn, do you intend to sit up all night? Because if you do I ain't go- ing to have that door open later than five minutes from no Heldinn (with "That's so. sure enough.” Brawwtupp, Rounturn, and Heldinn (to cach other, with pitiable pretense at gayety) “ Good-night, boys — good ght.” alacrity) — It’s bed-time, PHILOSOPHY. N this world it will never pay To give away to sorrow ; The dog that’s underneath to-day May be on top to-morrow. KENNEBUNK (female) — We're takin’ up th’ company's comicbooks.com