Judge — March 8, 1890 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE AT LENTEN-TIDE. T LENTEN-TIDE in modest gown And dainty bonnet bright and new, With fringed lids turned coyly down O’er eyes that rival heaven's hue ; With furs and frills in sweet array, In yonder pew sits merry May At Lenten-tide. ‘A single rose gleams from her lace Pure as a flake of driven snow; It casts athwart her queenly face In conscious pride a tender glow ; Sweet type of innocence and love, An angel message from above At Lenten-tide. With claspéd hands and bended head Upon the hard and chilly floor She kneels while litany is said, Nor rises when the chant is o'er; But with a penitential air The virgin kneels in silent prayer At Lenten-tide. A flood of peaceful, mellow light Streams through the oriel ; unforbid It clasps her angel fingers tight, With sunbeam kisses soon they're hid. Be still, my heart! fain would I dream ‘That thou art just a bright sunbeam At Lenten-tide. JEAN LA RUE BURNETT. POOR TASTE. (¢YVHAT a lovely ruby you wear!” she said as she : made a vain hunt for her eye-glasses; “but what a queer place to pin it. Why don’t you wear it in your scarf instead of in the back of your neck?” And the young man who was calling on that Bos- ton girl remarked as he strode from the room, “It's downright poor taste to make fun’ of a boil.” 353 SHE COULD PLEAD BOTH WAYS. Mrs, Bourne — John, | wish you wouldn't come in so late as you did last night. Can’t you come home earlier?” Mr. Bourne —" Maria, it was two o'clock when I got in. isn’t late; that's early.” Mrs, Bourne—* Well, John, 1 wish you wouldn’t come in so early then; do come home late, that’s a good fellow.” That UNDER THE SERVANT’S HEEL. A woman —"Do you really think the Irish believe in home rule?” Another woman (with emphasis) —“ Mine does.” TOO MUCH FOR THE KIYI. Lapy oF THE HousE—*' Did you kick that Harry Buccins—“ No, marm ; 1 wouldn't piece of this here pic you give me.” dog to make him howl so?” NO CAUSE FOR ALARM, jo a thing like that, I jest offered Miss Timidite (who has been invited to the piano) —* Really, I think you will have to excuse me. I rarely play in public.” Hostess (encouragingly) —“ Don't be afraid of us, my dear. Neither my husband nor myself has any ear whatever for music.” SHE KNEW HOW SHE FELT. 3 | FEEL ejected!" exclaimed Mrs. Fangle. “You mean de-jected,” said her husband with a superior air of wisdom. LOST FRIENDSHIP. “No; I mean ejected—I feel put out, you know.” Mr. R. Ditorium (of Chicago) —* You know Miss Livewayt, I believe?” — Miss Laker —“1 used to know her; but since she referred to an abattoir as a slaughter-house I have no use for her.” F LAW, common-sense is the base. This is right; But oft the foundation is quite out of sight. STRANGE USAGES. Mrs, Murtey—'* Not that way, uncle. You don't need a spuon, you know.” Mr. Praia (right out loud)—" Look here, Mary, you're foolin’ me! When I tried t' drink my broth in reel home style you made me spoon it!" comicbooks.com