Judge — August 23, 1890 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE OUR MARRIAGE- NOTICE. ‘OW smooth it reads and how demure ! Musing you vision velvet aisles In sacred gloom, And thrilling organ-tones and pure, And throbbing hearts and trembling smiles And orange-bloom. How smooth it reads! Deceptively. No hint it hath that when we met I thought her cold, And hardly tall enough ; that she Thought I was plain—deemed me, worse yet, Real rude and bold, No hint of how we stiffly sparred And squabbled once and yet again In frowardness ; Of how I called her cruel, hard ; No hint of how she twice returned My photograph, my presents—yea, My tender rhymes ; Of how I frantically burned Her notes and put her vase away Three distinct times ; Of how our troubles ceased not when She had said ‘yes. Of how T moped with spirits low, And fumed and pondered darksome deeds : How she was sure She never could—she did, and so Likewise did 1, How smooth it reads And how demure! STRAUSS SHOWS ENTERPRISE. nted with a marking-brush on an empty flour-sack, brewery beer.” He had a small green flag above the ck stretched across the window. He had also put boiled potatoes among the free lunch, and when Johnny Connelly tucked his last two papers under the bar and sat down to rest he smiled broadly and said: “Chonny, vot you dink apoud dot new de ure “Wot is it, old ap- pleplexy ?" asked John- *ny, as he wiped his hot face. HE Ha pai English syn¢ door and the flour-s “Dot vos der Irish drade to catch, ain'd id? Hear me dis song, Chonny ; * Dot harp dot troo der ter- ror's halls Der soul off moosic shed She now hungs mute ub- on der valls, Dot moosie all gone JUST PATENTED. deadt.” Byrnes's police windmill. De: and prevent the wear and tear in Unt dere vos a goot many Irish lif dis sdreed along, unt you h idea deir coat-tails on unt you git ‘em, efery von. Uf you n you got to git in der mornin’ up, Chonny.” A look of profound disgust shone through the elevated -railroad cinders on Johnny's face as he said: “When you git de Irish saloon-trade, Strauss, you'll know you've had it by de marks, like small-pox. Ya-a, Dutchy; all you want is a black eye and a short pipe stuck in de waistband of yer hat to make yer a full-blooded Dub- lin man. By George! de Harlem goats would eat you, Strauss, if you laid down to sleep above One-hundred-and- thirtieth street;" and he wearily took up his remaining papers and went out yelling, “Here you are! two more big English syndicates formed, and Bismarck paralyzed in his t'roat so he can’t stop talkin’ ! Evenin’ edition, fi’ cents!" ed to amuse an officer dent to swinging a club, sbrinkle dis E dook me for MATRIMONIAL PROGRESS AT LONG BEACH. Young man—"Do you think, Mrs. Hendricks, that your daughter Sallie would change her name for min Mother —" Well, Mr. Waldo, impulsive girl, and 1 really don’t know what she might do under great provocation.” allie is a ver We sells no + AT THE WHITEWASH -CLUB FLOOR-MANAGER (al fivelve p. His AssisTAN I's lisseni FLOOR-MANAGER —"*1 doan’ wanter be ha’sh wiv no lady, but yo'll hab t’ ‘sinuate t’ dat fairy frum "Napolis, dat come ez a canvas- back duck, dat she'll hab t' dismask ‘r leabe d’ haw.” MASQUERAL Mistah Simes !” PEARLS BEFORE PEARLS. HE expression “casting pearls before swine” has lost its sig- nification with the people of Cincinnati. ‘There are no pea before swine in their estimation. AT THE DIME Attendant — his toe: Disgusted visitor —" That's nothing! carpet-tacks with my heel.” IN A NUTSHE! MBS. GUSHINGTON ALLE Europe and visited Italy on her wedding-trip. On being asked by a lady friend on her return for an account of her travels she replied : “Well, do. you know, it is all sum- med up by my ex- perience in the Alps When I went, the Mont Cenis tunnel appeared, oh, so short! and on the way back it was fearfully long.” MUSEUM. ‘his armless man can pick up a needle with I've often picked up SHADOWED. Kittico (on the avenue) —"' It's deucedly awkward, isn't it?" CAULSON —"* What's the little beggar doing Kw He's the tailors boy. I haven't paid for the trousers. comicbooks.com