Judge — 1889 — page 54: what you’re looking at

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BEST THINGS A TRYST. Alone she waits for me, Oh, heart be still ! Only 'the field to cross And then the hill, @ And then her eyes’ soft charm My eyes will meet With welcome glad and warm, And chiding sweet. Across the sunny road Long shadows lie; The birds sing overhead— The breeze goes by Laden with clover breath— With summer dreams ! Sweet heart, how far and far The distance seems, I mount the hill at last; There in the shade Near where the cross-roads meet, Our tryst was mad Isee her robe of white, Her waving glove; Alone she waits for me, My own true love, Mm mELDOKS, A QUESTION OF CEREALS, O'Brien —* Phwat ails yur fut, Casey ?” Casev—"'I has acor-ri, an’ it'shpoils me walkin'.” O'BRiEN—“ Faith, it’s rye thot shpoils moine.” HIS OPINION OF HIMSELF. He was small, slender and pale. He had a lisp, and thin hair, a faint moustache, weak eyes, and an eye-glass that seemed to make him nervous and required his constant e; and she was wondering why they had sent her in to dinner with him. But she was very gracious, ind and charming women are apt to be to men they compassionate, and she felt thatshe must really make an effort to see him at ease, and give him that confidence in himself which he naturally appeared to lack. This laudable design, how- ever, was quite unnecessary—as it proved. The conversation turned on the profession of law. “T never feel,” she said, in a gently encouraging tone and look- ing at him with earnest, reassuring eyes, ‘that nature intended women to enter law. Its demands are really in excess of their ; now, really they are,” he responded, rescuing his eye- glass from a downward plunge toward his soup and fitting it with into his eye. ‘Really it does. Why—er—very the—the requirements. To be a good lawyer a h—self-possession, a polished manner—er— dignified bearing, a fine voice and—er—well, physical strength, and a certain power of perso cination—good looks. of course. He must be eloquent—er—witty, quick to observe, cool, sarcastic, level-headed, er—I_ have often thought,” he added _reflectively, capturing his eye-glass, which had a climbing over his shoulder, ‘‘that if ['d gi ! would have made a splendid lawyer. 1) my mind to it FROM UNCALLED FOR. Rupe Boy—*I say, mister, that calf of yourn is so weak and thin that you'll be arrested for exposin’ bob veal if the health board should happen to come along. i THE END OF THE SEASON. Frayed Soggins, the tramp, beamed all over as his cyes fell on the fugitive keg which, rolling off the top of the heap outside of Badenschneider’s door, had taken a spiral kind of reel around the corn He bounded for it as the lion bounds for the gentle antelope, and lifting it tenderly with the air of a connoisseur he murmured, ‘Sog’s in luck fer wunst. Dey’s two canfuls if dey’s a drop !” Leaning back until his solitary suspender creaked, and getting a good flat-footed brace, he raised the wooden beaker to the level of his chin, applied his parched lips to the bung-hole, drew a long breath and prepared to receive the choicest blessing which ever comes to the wanderers of his clan. As the keg approached the forty-five degree angle, and was slowly raised to the vertical, a pained expression came over the face of the would-be imbiber, which quickly changed to one of nd as he dropped the keg he gave ita vi st sole flying high in the e heerd of a feller named 1 ious , and groaned, antalus, but I'M] bet Howarry, HE KEPT HIS Vow. Trasr—" Great grief! Is that yerself, Mickey ? swear that you would never do a bit of work as long as you POLICEMAN — (former tramp)—"So L did, That's the re force. rd_you once oT got on the comicbooks.com