Judge — August 16, 1890 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE YES, OR NO? HE big barn doors stood open wide ‘Ana a tiddler sat un either side: Red lanterns hung on the beams a score And lighted the barn {rom roof to floor. The rough-board walls aod the piled-up hay, he girls’ sweet faces and ribbons gay, And the boys who had palled off their coats to stay ‘And dance it out till the morning. How light they pattered, the nimble feet, While clapping palms to the music beat And now and then through the dizzy Rang a merry shriek as some breathless girl Was swung by her partner off the ground In the clasp of his arm round, round, and round ; ‘The hills laughed back to the laughing sound, Ab! many a time ere the morning. 1 sat in a corner against the hay. And she~ God bless her—(I saw a smile Thad brought her there, Inher beautiful. sleepy eyes the while) J might fetch her back again; 50 I sa She said, “All right !"—not another word— And to that! But a sweeter by man was never heard. wouldn't try, The foy-of it made me chill and pale ided by As she took her bonnet down from a nail ‘And searched about for her missing veil ‘Should take her home in the morning. In the growing light of the morning. Well, so when the dawn broke east and west And ob, ta think of that lonely walle And the last dance erded—the last and best— ‘Through the dim, gray fields and our foolish tall, I walked right over. | It seemed the noise {And the words 1 said ere her noisy gate Stopped still of a sudden; the girls and boys Had cloced between us like bars of fate ! Looked—smillng, waiting—I didn't fall, But whether my heagt-beat high or low But I straightened myself and stood up tall What matters now? ‘Tis so long ago ‘And said, “"When you're ready—well, here's Since she whispered that“ yes "—or was it ur shawl, Sno” And we'll tell the folks good-morning.” he still, soft dawn of the morning. M.S, BRIDGES. AN ACCIDENT AT THE CHURCH FESTIVAL, A BOSTON SUGGESTION FOR THE NATIONAL FLOWER. HOW HE HAPPENED TO FAIL. S6GENATOR STANFORD made his first dollar by selling horseradish,” remarked Snively. “That accounts for my poverty,” added Snodgrass. “I don't know horseradish when I see it.” HER JUDGMENT IN ERROR. Agnes—"1 had begun to think that Harry Merc- dith was a charming fellow, but I'm afraid my judg- ment was in error.” Sara—" What makes you think that?” Agnes—"1 have just heard that he comes from Brooklyn.” CAUGHT. cowny, child, what are you doing?" asked a mother trout as her youngest was being drawn rapidly out of the water. “Just foraging on my own hook,” replied the little trout, and it was landed. MAsTeR oF CEREMONIFS—" The Plunkerville silver-cornet band will now play a refrain while little Gertie Bates recites * The Soldier's Dream.’". A DIFFICULT~ PROFESSION. D®. B., on being asked to write in an album, penned these lines: “The thing that most astonishes a young physi- cian is to find how difficult patients are to obtain and how casy to lose.” CONTENTMENT. HAVE no bonds, I am no millionaire, T cannot boast of beauty or of place ; I have no pictures, bric-A-brac or lace ; No calf-bound books or other volumes rare With which to case my woes or banish care ; No charming Helen—fairest of her race, All full of gentleness and high-born grace— Bestows her smiles to lessen my despair. But then the sun for me doth always shine, ‘And I care little for the world’s applause ; The flowers are mine and all their fragrancy, And I'm not going to mope, complain, or pine. I may as well be satisfied, because There's no way out of it—I Aave to bet « : yN ATHAN MM, LEVY, 5 Z WHERE PATRIOTISM ENDED. TA Cw Dotkins (after a long day of play)—" Oh, mamma, I's Grrtin—" Far from hith motherth thide th’ tholdier boy wath "—— dust so awful tired if 1'S a flag 1 couldn't wave a mite!” SON HUTCHINS (on the base tuha)—" Rumale-dar-rr!!!" comicbooks.com