Judge — December 14, 1889 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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

AN ECHO FROM THE FARM. OMETIMES I ‘most fergit her when I'm pluggin’ at my work, An’ things goes wrong an’ I "most want to cuss out like a Turk ; Bot suddent-like her face'll cum atwixt me an’ the steers, An’ the clouds they all look zig-zagged up, cz though I wuz in tears! An’ I turn my head one side to keep the sun from out my eyes, An’ then—well, through the furrows them ole ox o° mine jes’ flies! It seems so mighty long, y" know, sence she wuz with us here, A-makin’ life's sad bugle-notes sound out so glad an’ clear, turnin’ o'er the p'ints o' thorns ‘at layed thick in her way, An’ paishunt-like a-smilin’ on throughout each dreary day ;— An’ that's wot makes this lump come up an’ stop the keerless laff Each time I set an’ gaze real hard at that ole fotygraff. So, when night-fall begins to call us to our evenin’ meal, My boys an’ me on bended knee our tremblin’ thanks reveal To Him fer mercies we've received throughout the toilsome When our poor feet jes’ seemed to want to lead us all astray ; But the time when ad/ our troubles fly away ez light ez chaff Is when we gether ‘round an’ gaze at “ mother's" fotygraff. The dear ole face amiles at us ex our voices drap dowa low, ‘An’ we talk in husky whispers of the good time long ago. Tut then we feel we can't appeal agin the Supreme Jedge Who knows wot's best an’ takes to rest the loved ones {rom ther dredge : ‘An’ so the cup 0” peace an’ joy an’ happiness we quaft When we haul down the book an’ gaze at “ mother's" fotygraff! THAT UNFORTUNATE SCARF-PIN. jd \\ rin V/) PAs Surreal A CLEW TO THE MYSTERY. looks like foul play, McManus. OND OPFICER—" Well, John, we had bettter arouse him and find out if he can recollect ‘who he was with last.” Inewrtate, (already aroused)—" Who I wash with lasht? Why, my good old friend Ikebaum on the corner; hic! any i i ive you, gemmen?” SIMPKINS, why is a litle “near.” had invited a friend to dinner and given him a repast that would scarcely have sufficed .for an invalid ordered to diet. When dessert was brought on the host said : “I know you won't mind my making you one of the family—quite one of ourselves, When shall we repeat the HAD THE BEST OF THEM. BANKRUPT banker had just made out his schedule of assets. “But what will you say when you meet your creditors?” asked a friend. “Oh, I shan’t meet them; they travel on foot, while 1 always take a cab.” ENGLISH CONFOUNDE se HER ing we; us don’t belong to she,” goes the phrase among southern pickaninnies. “Daniel!” scornfully repeated a little boy of our acquaintance Whose religious education has been sadly neglected.“ Daniel! who was she?” Whereupon his sister softly explained, She ain't a her; she’s a him MORE WISELY THAN HE KNEW. Doctor Fussiguss (making preparations for a funeral service) “So you feel sure that there is nothing in my sermon to wound the most sensitive; that no commendable act of the deceased has been passed over, and that his good qualities have all been notis Meck wife (answering for the hundredth time) —“ Yes, dear; ‘t you fretting needlessly over all this?” Doctor Fussi “Well, well; yes, yes: perhaps | am—a good deal more than | shall ever fret over my own funeral sermon.” A COMPLIMENT, French professor —AMe to congratulate you upon the way you speak French. Your pronunciation is as good as that of a native of Paris." American —"Nh, thanks; Paris, France?” French professor —* No; Varis, Kentucky. comicbooks.com