Judge — August 16, 1890 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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IN THE SECOND FLOOR FRONT. H, FOR the vigor of the gallant days Ere yet the world was old and worn and meek! Some savage spark within me is ablaze ; Boldly I speak. Oh, for the lusty age when might was king ! When brave and bloody freedom sat the throne ; When servile custom was a paltry thing, Tame law unknown, When no poor craven stopped with empty curse, But waded in the life-blood of his foe; Oh, for that fine old practice—oh, for worse ! Seek you to know The wherefore of this rage my soul within, My itching frenzy and my vengeful gall? That boy who tries to play the violin Across the hall, nana A. oFreR, PROVERBS OF STRAUSS. ALL flesh is grass, bud occasionally dhere vos a daisy amongst it got. Brosperity vos harder to bear dan vos adwersity, couldn't shcare me mit dot. Pring on your brosperity ! Der most beeples could seen a tollar mitout a telepone- scope, bud vhen dey looks at relichion dey must a shmoked glass brovide. Dis gountry grows so fast dot if der boliticians didn't gif her blenty exer- cise she would AN INTERRUPTED COLLECTION. peen veak unt DeACon WurrtreDGe (a confirmed entomologist) —"* If that isn't a real lepidoptera spindling. Vot asiaticus I'm a pagan !" you dink? Gontentment besser vos dan wealth, bud if Columpus peen gontented America vos now peen inhapited py mugwumps, und der preaking-waves-dashed-high bilgrims vould peen grinding sau- sage now in Holland, ain‘d it? Aa Wopns FANCY HIS FEELINGS. S WE have before remarked, Jones is lacking in tact. Being present at a funeral the other day he was moved to remark, “ Poor fellow! with his build he should have lived to a hundred.” Then turning to his neighbor, who happened to be the family physician, he added, “I believe, sir, that you attended him in his last illness?” ONE WAY OF PUTTING IT. THE CONVERSATION had turned on Mademoiselle Three Stars, who resembles a skeleton, when some one said that she had lately grown quite stout. “You mean,” said her best friend, who was present, “that she is less thin.”* A DIPLOMAT. “Julius CaLnoux—'"I'm listenin’. Weuster—" Jest let me pull yer down it's warmer an’ more comf table.” "(Soothi insinuatingly) —" Good doggie—good doggi MAKING THE WHEELS GO ROUND. W ITH many a dash and curve and hitch, And often with a header, She wheels about and in and out, But never is a ‘*deader"; For, oh, the summer girl of yore Looks tame as she recedeth, Reside the maid with sparkling eyes Who just for one ride pleadeth. 4, a. IN SKISTEEPLE FLATS. oO THE seventh floor, of a summer night. “Papa, does Satan build flats to roast his folks in?” “Why, no, my child.” “Then let's ask if we can't go there. My Sunday-school teacher says heaven 's lots highe ri can hardly keep aw: from you, Polly, you look so much like a siren.” NOYANCES OF YOUTH * . " * st T don't feel like ‘nthe earth, and (with a tired little gasp) I don’t Donan think I could bear it.’ Sirens lured men, 1 believe.” comicbooks.com