Judge — November 16, 1889 — page 10: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

MY GRAN’MOTHER’S GOURD. Gourds are not the object of much cultiva- tion in this country, for even in the south the well-known dish-rag gourd. is reared in very small quantities ; but attention is called to the subject by the sight of some gourd-bottles im- ported from Europe. On most of these the de- Sign is graven with a sharp point, and its lines are filled with black or color rubt but itis possible to stain the gourd and then to paint a design in color, or to illuminate it in gilt. The shapes of the gourds are preity, and they are both strong and light when dried and emptied of their seeds and other contents and made ready to be transformed into bottles. Here is something new for the decorator’s skill—if she can find the gourds or cultivate them.— Basten Transcript. ust to go fer water with gran'ma’s old leaky gourd, Av’ ia spin faster out “an f could gi it poured, Though she, jest like a woman, sewed the crack up with a thread ckoned it wu © jest about as ood as new,” she said. hem wuz happy days fer me, an’ 1 look back to then An’ wisht T wuz a boy onct more an’ had her back again TO rag’ on me when mother said | wuzn't wuth my board, When T ust to go fer water with gran'ma’s old leaky gourd. Irikollect her winnin’ voice 'ud make a feller do Wihout his knowin’ ‘zactly why the things she'd ast him to; When sister ust to cry to go with " buddy"" to the spring, A draggin’ that old busted gourd a danglin’ by a string, How well I mind how quiet like an’ yit how firm she'd say, Ww there's a good boy, let her go an’ you'll be glad some day.” Fd not a gone fer no one else ef sister'd screamed an’ roared, When T'ust to go fer water with gran'ma’s old leaky gourd. Somehow my thoughts is jined to her by them old rattl ‘A swingin’ ever'whers about like strings.” wooden bel Some wuz fer soft soap, some fer salt an’ some fer garden seeds ; Some wuz fer nests“ to pay the birds fer singin’ in the weeds,” ‘An’ one wuz like a cornucopy hangin’ on the wall, All full 0” wheat-heads, autumn leaves an’ pods o” early fall ; She told me "twas" to 'mind her of the blessin’s of the Lord,” When I ust to go fer water with gran‘ma’s old leaky gourd. shells Ah, me! how many, many times I've thought of her an’ sighed, ‘A rikollectin’ way fur back the winter ‘at she died ; HARD TO BELIEVE. Anime myself a wrinklin’ up like parchment olf aa’ brown, re all the doin's of my life's been mostly written down, Derrixcer —'* How did you enjoy London?” An’ hoped the Lord ‘ad fet me die like her an’ woulda’t care i : i Fer ona few departed years: who's got "em all to spare. Brutey (of Hartford)—* Oh, fairly, y' know. But it got to be a beastly Ef some of ‘em's been wasted like the drippin’s ‘at { poured bore. People were all th’ time taking me for th’ prince of Wales.’ When I ust to go fer water with gran’'ma’s old leaky gourd. Derrincer—* I-knew they had heavy fogs there, but I didn’t think sts they distorted things like that !" RONDEAU OF NOVEMBER. S AUTUMN ends across the lawn i In eddies whirl the rustling leaves; The nests are vacant ‘neath the eaves, And rime-lace round her feet is drawn When with lingering step comes back the dawn, As autumn ends, Southward has summer's music gone, And weirdly through the fading sheaves The chilling wind forever grieves; Ah, me! my over-coat's in pawn, ‘And autumn ends. < NECESSARY TO KNOW. Old lady (in drug store) —" I'd like to look at some tooth-brushes, young feller.” ‘am. Real or false?” ON ONE OF THESE COOL FALL NIGHTS. Srexpturiet Coys Gonernroven WeLrers— Warm ‘nough, Bill?” Yep; how's yerself?" Srexprukivr Connerry—** My bunk’s kinder res'less.” A NEIGHBORLY FEELING. Mrs. Brown —"V've just been calling on your new neighbor, Mrs. Jones; what splendid teeth she has.” AN OBSERVER. Mrs, Jones—* Mt your attention was especially attracted by them she must have been Goxsison (ew Yor’)—" It's Psyche just wearing her Sunday set—the one Doctor Forceps ha s just made for her.” before Cupid called, you kno Biwinrre (Sf Louis) = ; "s she goin’? NOT EXPERT TESTIMONY. Guniise| yy, BMW SOYVHAT! You have moved oie bod Ast niet “1 don't know, I'm su goin’ to th’ opery.” ‘S that so? Where jowhere. She's waiting.” from what I seen from > You must find it cheaper to move than to pay rent.” aida’ know but what che was f comicbooks.com