Judge — 1889 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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

GAIN in the meadows, o’e1 The sweet wil THINGS This morn when the fair encampment woke, Each flower bent low its tiny head, for the elfin note In grave salute Whispered of those Whom in calm repose We honor as the nation’s dea FROM JUDGE. Bring wreaths from the wildwood shadow deep, Fresh gifts from the upland’s sunny ways; For they guard the graves where soldiers sleep, In sun and storm, Evening and morn, Through all the summer days. And beneath the flowers’ fair repose, In their fragrant he: ts they are’ glad to-day, ‘That the southern lily, the northern rose Will mingle their bloom To Lrighten the tomb, Alike of the blue and the gray. hillsidy flowers lik And they seem to listen, these min ‘As they sw: *Neath the To a bugle, blow the breeze g trees, in fairyland. 6. HLL wankes HER LADYSHIP, She does not find time flies the less Because she works not for her bread 5 It takes her half the day to dress, And half the night to get to bed. COLOR BLIND. A woman passed down Broadway the other day dressed in colors so badly blend- ed as to excite the tonishment and. ridi- cule of promenade hat we cried a street urchin, “has been and gone and takena bath ina nbow ! You who of love a knowl- edge prize, ‘arn need not go far; Mr. Beaner— *round this town till I'm purty nigh petered out e And you the pupils are, A NERVE-KILLER NEEDED. Vouumx Barner—" Did about ?”—— Patient. I believe 2” BARBER—"Cert.” PATIENT—* If you're ging to add talking to that razor I'd like about a quart of the rum in- ternally at once you ever hear “You asked me if I wanted bay rum, NOT A HAVEN OF REST. gosh, I've been a trampi better non that!” MAKING HIS FAMILY USEFUL. _Tvsretn (to Ais bald headed old father)—"' You stand righd here, mein fader, vile I goes me ter ged dis ball mit some wire on id.’ Ve can'd affort ter lose der sign, ADVERTISEMENT PERAMBULATOR~-‘‘Say, country, if you had any breakfast you'd lea A TRUE ECONOMIST “Flour's going up,” said Younghusband, as he made desperate but futile efforts to amputate a portion of his. supper loaf— “and I think it would be better, Matilda, if you would buy your Dread at the baker's instead of wasting the Taw material in’ ex- periments.” “Why, my she replied, in a griev- ed tone, ‘you can't complain that my bread doesn’t last us Jong enough!” GALATEA. I asked a kiss, but she denied ; Then pressed I closer to her side, And stole’ the kiss. heart awake She gave me all Ichose to take, With RESTRICTION OF IMMIGRATION NEEDED GacLzy—" How do you happen to be begging?” Rourkg—"Sure, sir, Oi've been ruined by foreign importations.” |AGLEY—“ Why you're an importation yourself.” Rourke—“ Vis, sor; but the Eyetalians ruined me ould woman's apple-stand, and the Chinese. took away her washin’; and now the English civil-ser- vish reform kapes’ me from gittin’ a gov'mint job because Oi cau't rade or write.” comicbooks.com