Judge — November 30, 1889 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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THE THANKSGIVING PUMPKIN PIE. SSE: ports to raptures delightfully drift 1 ‘And hurry young lovers to mating, While others to measures xq Extol the cadences of skating But T will indite with my Taltering quill My praise to the pie that is golden ; The circular disk or the square, as you will— ‘The boss of all pies of the olden, tely swift ‘There's a something surrounding the making of pies In a farm-kitchen wonderful reaching To the inner delights of a man's paradise, Whose appeasure requires no teaching. The maid with her arms that are dimpled and white Plumped up to her elbows in flour ; The scent of the simmering spices delight— Or, is it the maid gives the power? ‘The table is spread and the dishes are laid, ‘The napkins and other things needful Surrounding the king of the feast all arraygd— The turkey, the centre-piece heedful. Then grace it is said, and the farmer his chair Pushes back and commences the carving ; The feast then begins, and a satisfied air Reigns above those who lately were starving. ‘The pie with its coat that is creamy and sweet, ‘That condiment of the maid’s cooking, Is brought from the depths of the kitchen’s retreat To greet every sense long a-booking. But the best piece of pie is the evening slice, When you break the wish-bone with the maiden so nice Who nestles ‘gainst you, her best fellow. THANKSGIVING THOUGHTLETS. you should be thankful, Pape If you are a man, ‘That you are alive. ‘That you have given up poker. That you do not live in Brooklyn. That we are the people. ; That the pretty typewriter has become one of the acknowledged in- ns of this glorious age. ‘That as a representative New-Yorker you are a glittering success. HIS FIRST RUB AGAINST SORROW. AY \ IF YOU DONT see WHAT YOU WANT | BAIT THE EDITOR Bal) ARMED FOR THE FRACAS. sPPLES—"* Whar's yo" boys a-goin’?” XNAKD —"* Miss Megram’s gwine t’ rifile off an angel-cake what she med herself, an’ Jake 'n I's gotter dead pointer dat d' lucky nummer’s gwine t’ kim dis way.” ‘That you came out ahead on the racing season. ‘That you are married—or soon will be—to a pretty little woman who understands you perfectly. That stern dyspepsia has not marked you for its own. That your barber takes JUDGE. And, If you are a woman, That you are a woman. ‘That you can wear a number-three shoe. That you have some one to love you. That jelly-chocolates are not beyond your means. That red morocco slippers are among the newest frivols. That Jack thinks you just the nicest girl he knows. ‘That several others echo his sentiments. ‘That your hair keeps in curl on damp days. you have no literary yearnings, and That you have not a chronic appointment with your dentist, as has KATE MASTERSON. A MODERN EVE. HE sits so still in the high-back'd pew! While the preacher wanders on ‘Through wearisome sections one and two ‘And theories pro and con. A sunbeam smiles on her banded hair And strays to her lady cheek, Till the cold gray aisles grow clear and fair And the dreamer’s senses weak. QO! worshipful priest, I share your thought Of the troubled path of life; Bat another text my mind has caught ‘Than yours and its wordy strife. “Tis she of the fetching bonnet, shawl, And the modest gown of gray, Who lures my mind from your fervent call ‘And teaches my thoughts to stray. Forgive the rhyme, and the dreams that crowd Your truths from my worldly ken— Ah! I know to whom my faith is vowed When the preacher breathes amen. DE WITT srmany. NOT A “LITERARY FELLER.” +e YOUR friend Johnson has a very literary look.” “Yes; but that’s all the far it goes.” “I understood that he had written some very good poetry. “I don’t see how that can be; it has all been published by a Chicago newspaper.” T GRADUATE OF VALEMARBIA COLLEGE—" Do you need any assistance in editing your I'm Mr. Anthony Wilberforce Huzton Pawker, A. Eprror —"' Call around in the p. m., Mr. Alphabet ; I'm busy now.” Te the editor—Whene'er to destroy contributions inclined, Pray consider that all over-matter is mind. comicbooks.com