Judge — March 1, 1890 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE WRITTEN ON SIGHT OF A YOUNG LADY'S PHOTOGRAPH. SING the many beauties pictured here— The low, broad brow that wins an artist's praise, The finely chiseled nose, th’ eloquent gaze, The bright blue eye that knows no sense of fear, The pretty auburn tresses that appear All order to defy ; the smile that plays About the mouth doth speak of gentle ways, A disposition sweet and love of cheer. I thank thee, miss, for such a work of art, And though its many merits here I sing And it doth lead me into poesy, Yet closer study of it makes me start, For then I find—oh, rude awakening— How very little it resembles thee / NATHAN M. LEVY. CALMLY KNOCKED OUT, MARSHMELLOW (who has arrived in London to join his betrothed and finds that he has been Jilied) —"* Helen ! how could you do such a d Miss Rasster—'*It isn’t a deed, dear; it title. Allow me to present Prince Whiskervitch. WHAT THEY ARE. Bolstered up—The bed. Stock in trade—Hosicry. OLD CHOCOLATE’S JOCOSERIOUS CHAT. Too fly—The young bird. Taking a car—The horses. Man of the world—Pulitzer. Pot tuck—The game of poker. In the dumps—The rag: picker. The mill-race—Vrite- fighters. Vankee notions—Apple- jack and cider. Befo" yo’ hiah a man toe hoe, see him eat. Yo" doan’ git but one ca’- cass outen a coon-skin. De cudgel stops ez many quar'ls ez hit takes pa’t in. Keep yo’ tempah an’ yo" gwine toe git a-many tings. J. AL WALDRON. ONCE WAS ENOUGH. 1g blue—The washer- woman's fingers. A turkey gobbler —The thanksgiving guest. House of many stories— ‘The publishing house. SOTHAT man was rude, I do T declare ; Me stared at me, the stupid dunce !” Miss Oldmaid said. Don’t wor- ry, dear ; He won't look at you more es than once. SOOTHING. £ F YOU'RE. not pretty when you're young, A CHiLLY CEREMONY. <t1z Rose—" We wants help from d" sho’ !” wey oe _ ‘This consolation hold Re eee rai Wanted conak re é : orgive the noise it makes That in some fifty years or so AuntiE Rose—"* Pahson Vanderbeck ’s said sech a long pray’r we's done _ Perhaps its-cream You will be pretty old. frozed in.” Comes from the milk it takes. AN UNKIND JOKE. Doosey—'*A man who will wear a half-inch ventilator in the top of his STATION PORTER (on train's arrival) —* Fire!" hat ought to be taught differently.” comicbooks:com