Judge — May 3, 1890 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE THE PROSE AND POETRY OF SPRING-TIME. THE almanacs and other signs Proclaim spring's gentle season ; But to write about it realistically, the modern troubadour must be faithful to its prosaic as well as its poetic aspects, and ballast his rhyme With reason. Fair as a painted pastoral ‘The March-born lambs appear ; Bat in the show-windows along the city streets rears the lithographed rampageous goat, Gambri- nus’ pet, and symbol Of bock beer. The poet roams the hills alone Musing a tender ballad. His solitude is invaded by a score or so of men, women and boys, with baskets and rusty ‘The owners of suburban plots Tend tulip and begonia ; case-knives, gathering young dandelions For salad, ONE WAY. 46] SAY, Sparking! did you see in the paper to-day that the captain of the schooner Emma is to receive « medal for his heroic conduct in saving five lives?” “Well, what of it? I've saved hundreds of liv. nobody ever gave me a medal.” “You? Impossible! How? “Why, I studied for a phys practic practice in cases of Pneumonia, When?” cian and then refused to SENTENCES PASSED BY THE JUDGE. PATIENCE is the final victor. He who teaches us to think teaches us to live. A philosopher in love is no longer a philosopher, for love's chemicals do not mix with philosophy. Friendship should be a compact for mutual frankness and forbearance. If it is less than this it is nothin It is well to be natural, but one can hardly attain that pinnacle where it is not well to cultivate a higher naturalism. Law will be obeyed. It is its own redress, and noth: ing is more certain than the consequences following its transgression. Anything out of the ordinary line of living is assumed to have an extraordinary value, and only those who are willing to pay for it can afford the dignity of a tragedy. One may with impunity confess an attachment to a grove of unbending pines or a bit of stony-hearted coast-line; but let her beware how she implies a sentiment for anything more human if she values the flower of her reputation for modesty and good sense. A woman will finally forgive anything provided her love is of the kind that endures. Marah until flooded with the tide of renewed happines with the ointment of contrition and leave only the reminding livid mark. AVEN Fao OS ercey cig COMPLETING THE CIRCUIT. SMALL NOY (as the dog-cart comes to a sudden stop)—"' Best if Romeo ain't went an’ swallered your pug!" While rising young doctors scurry about in car- riages, enjoying an encouragingly accelerated Count Sapristt (during a break in the duel)—''*Xcuse me, Bloomgartner. 1 didn’t know the prince was so weak in th’ wrist.” Personal neglect is hard, and bitter as the waters of words are as potent for evil as poisoned arrows, but even their wounds may be healed Forgive! God himself has not a larger or more gracious capacity Thus, while the robins nest anew ‘And meadow-lands are greening, ‘The thrifty housewife welts her carpets on the fire-escape, and devotes herself to all the grotesque and formidable rites of House-cleaning. The brake where pussy-willow grows Is thronged with lads and lasses Who, when they return home from their botanizing excursion, will be dosed by their fond parents with the perennial sulphur And molasses. Even the sober magazines With song sweet spring remember , ‘The editors having spasmodically unpacked, dusted off, blue-penciled, printed, and paid for upon publication, the vernal poems handed in by their esteemed contributors Last November. MENRY TYRRELL, AN APOLOGY. for forgiveness than has woman; but it is well to “know that God is never moved to contempt, else even his power would find limitation. KATHRINE GROSJRAN AT A COUNTRY-HOUSE. SH YOU didn’t enjoy your visit, then?” “ My dear, it was simply dreary— ‘The days just dragged, and the nights—oh, my The nights were az/ully w “You danced?” “Of course ! “Oh, yes!” “There were plenty of escorts?” ‘* Plenty.” “A chance for flirtation?" “Oh, lots of chance. I might have had ten or twenty.” “And you rode?” “* And wasn’t there, then, a single man You would care to catch while you tarried?” “Not a single man, All the nice ones, dear, T regret to say, were married.” “THERE are many widows who've found Their first experiment curst ; So married a second husband To revenge themselves on their first. comicbooks.com