Judge — August 2, 1890 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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THE SWEET GIRL-GRADUATE NOW the jocund earth rejoices and the so-called welkins ring With a greeting to the summer and a farewell to the spring, And off in the hazy distance, firt- ing o'er her fan with fate, There's a lovely vision waitin ‘tis the sweet girl-graduate, She is list’ning for the signal, for the sounding of the bell ‘That will start the young reporter all her triumphs glad to tell ; How he'll talk about her talent and her shy reluctant feet, And he'll ring in all the changes where the hook and river meet He will write such glowing columns on her brimming golden curls, He will crown her queen triumphant of the rosebud wreath of girls, He will chant her youth and beauty from the dewy morn till night, And she'll wear in every instance " some soft clinging stuff” of white. But she doesn't mind the chatter that he writes a little bit, For she's certain that her erépe de chine will surely make a hit, And her essay tied with ribbon, which will say as heretofore ‘That the past she’s left behind her and the future is before. How she'll dimple when she courtesies o'er her mammoth white bouquet, How she'll sweetly flush and flutter as she shyly ebbs away ; ‘Then a tear will gem her lashes as she nestles by her mate— What a dear, delicious humbug is the sweet girl-graduate ! Oh, the poets tell the glories of the leafy month of June, HOW WE And they sing the time of roses to an old and worn-out tune ; Rut the man who reads the papers feels a thrill of helpless hate, here's nothing there but base-ball and the sweet girl. N KATE MASTEASON, clearing-house for a momei LOVE A LIAR. Mrs. Bonnvrace: (meeting her hushand at his officesdoor)—"* Which way now, Raymond —ahem ! I—er—was on my way around to the—er— AT NARRAGANSETT PIER. +4] T SAYS in the history that the early pioneers blazed their path through the woods.” “What did they do it with?” “With their blazers, I suppose.”” NEITHER WOULD SUIT. Mrs. Fangle—" Let us go to the seaside, John, dear.” Fangle—* Oh, the air there is too salt.” Mrs, Fangle—*Then let us go to the mountains.” Fangle—" No, indeed; there it is too fresh.” AT SHEEPSHEAD BAY. Jockey —" Can't ride to-day, Mr. Pettit.” Pettit —“ What's the matter? Are you sick?” Jockey —" No, \'m not sick; but I've got a sliver in my finger and I'm afraid they'd make it out that I was overweight.” THE PROPER SEASONING. Amy —" Mabel, you'll have to take young Mr. Gos- lin cum grano sal Mabel — Why? Amy —" Because he’s too fresh.” AT BATH BEACH. Mr, Joblots—"Silsby told me to-day that he had just bought a catamaran and was going to keep it down at the river.” , Mrs. Joblots—" Male or female, James?” THE WORLD AGAINST HIM. $6 YOU look sad and dejected. Is anything the matter?” . : “Yes; the discouragements of my profession are AN AMATEUR) FANCIER: sometimes more than I can bear. Look at that sign— esvHoesE =" i‘ ink we'd better sell that one, Charley.” “Beware of pickpockets!" EWHOUSE—"AIl the others set as comfortably as you please, but I can't get her on “But what has that to do with you?" aihest to save iny life “Well, I'm a pickpocket.” comicbooks.com