Judge — April 19, 1890 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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OWED TO MY MOTHER-HUBBARD. 1 HEE I salute, thou light and graceful gown ; Thou garment void of bustle hook or steel! When I the curséd garb of style can peel Off from my frame and let thy folds fall down In easy lines, unchecked by belt, the frown My fair brow leaves ; I smile once more and feel New joy in life, I dance, I shout, I kneel In earnest prayer to her whose high renown, Fills all the land. Oh, Mother H., thy name | . : sus 4 Is dear to queen and serving-maid. The gift 3 \ au oh TELS ULTPEN Tete Of this most comfortable gown outweighs The wealth of mines, the laurel wreath of fame ; And grateful women clad in it shall lift ‘Their voices loud in joyous hymns of praise. n, Ah, that dear Hubbard, warm and soft and big ; How gladly would I wear it all the day ! The heavy sighs that rend my heart betray My pain when forced to don another rig. For fashion’s dictates care I not a fig ; But if I wore it on the broad highway Full well I know what tyrant man would say- ‘The creature,wants all ease himself, the pig— I know what smiles would pass from lip to lip, Though meek my bearing and demure my face ; I hear the small boy shriek beyond control, THE LUXURY ACKNOWLEDGED. And ere I could one draught of freedom sip, Hackman (in Captain Reilly's tenderloin precinct) —"' \V've brought him in, Close on my heels in red-hot, frantic chase : ' SeRGEANT—''I see you have, What has he done?" ‘Would come policemen and the Joud patrol, Hackax—' I asked him where he wanted to go an’ he said ‘heaven,’ an’ T GRONctANA was thought, puttin’ two an’ two together, sir, I'd fetch him here."* HIS INTEREST IN IT. ‘<THE kind of stamps this government is issuing to the people of this country is simply an insult to their intelligence!” exclaimed a man jn the cigar-store. “First, there was the sickly green, and now comes the inartistic red. It’s an outrage, Is “How many letters have you sent away this week?” asked a quiet man with a clean collar, fone. Why Have you written a letter ii month?” no; I dont chink I have. “In six months?” “Well, perhaps not. Why “Have you received a letter in that time, except perhaps one or two dunning you for bills long overdu “See here, sir! why are you asking these questions?” But ave you?" No, I haven't, if you must know; but why are you asking?” “Oh, I just wanted to know about how much personal interest you had in this postage- stamp question. That's al POETS are champions of truth, With indignation’s fire. In every age on history's CHAWLEY SaiTH—"' I'm going home for my dog. page ‘There is a man dwowning in the wiver. ‘Ta-ta.” Mark how they ‘strike the lyre.” IN A STREET-CAR. S49 IS such a great delight to me to mash the girls; he maid may wear a straight-cut bang, she may wear curls, I never met too shy a one to flirt with me— ‘The old, the young, the large, the small, as you shall see, ‘They can't resist my fascinating smile, So now behold me in my réle a little while. ‘The babe beyond reclining on her nurse's knee Will soon begin a-smiling at coquettish me.” ‘This conversation ‘twist two swells I overheard And watched with interest ‘ntense what then occurred, He donned his most enslaving smile, quite confident, Persistently his melting glance at baby sent; When smiles and dimples quickly wreathed the baby's face, And tiny hand tossed off a kiss with cunning grace! VAGUE LONGINGS. But when he left the car and beamed with victor's joy Pave (msding tela) cerca The nurse laughed outright—said to me, The babe's a boy f° Vircixia—* Umpah ! Paul.” LENA GILRRRT RROWN. Pavt,—"* Doan’ yo" wish mammy 'n pappy ‘d go 'n die?”