Judge — August 30, 1890 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE A SONG OF THE DUST. SONG of the good, gray dust That lay in the winding road Till, caught by a sudden gust, It sprang from its dry abode And over the hills was sowed— On the leaves and ribbon-grass, On the gilded wheat and the shady sheet Of the swamp-pool smooth as glass. \ song of the good, gray dust That falls on flower and thorn ; That powders the sumach's rust A song of the good, gray dust That tinges the wayside leaf ; ‘That hangs in a tawny crust On the farmer's home-bound sheaf ; That swings for a moment brief On the barley’s bearded sheen, Till the creaking peals of the wagon- wheels Shall scatter it down between. And whitens the bladed corn ; That drops in the ways forlorn Or rests on the blossoms white, Asa wayward touch that has taught thus much Of the wind's wwolian Aight. A song of the good, gray dust Ground out from the trampled clod And into the highway thrust, Where the lone wayfarers plod ; Yet still by the grace of God Shall it feel the cooling rai And shall know the bliss of the wind’s light kiss That stoops to the country lane. runst MC GAPYRY. AS THINGS ARE 1, The farmer's boy, aged seven years. HE COULD DIE HAPPY. I% CHICAGO. Sick man (throwing aside a news- paper)—" There! I’m ready to die now.” Attendant (in alarm) —" Do you feel a relapse coming on, Mr. Stockyards?” Sick man—"No; but 1 have just found a New York newspaper that speaks decently of Chicago.” M.D. OR SCALP has wondrous skill ocr De cast week Mr, Jones was ill, Dangerously—his chance was slim: Doctor Scalp attended him, Was he skillful? Jones to-day went out to ride. You decid 1, to telling lies averse, Saw him riding—in his hearse, A BARGAIN. Old lady this morning. “I'm looking for bargains Have you anything you want to show me? Drug clerk—"Nes'm; we're closing out that lot of fly-paper cheap to-d: 3. The farmer's boy, aged sixty. 535 MILITARY MEANNESS. Mrs. Mractim—*' Come heah, C'lindy ! Danks, goin’ down t’ de arm'ry t' drill.” CLARINDA—"'T doan’ care nuffin’ "bout dat trash now. I done arsked him t' gub me some buttons fo’ ear-rings d’ larst time he wuz heah, an’ he pulled 'm off'n his s'pendahs !" SCRIPTURAL AUTHORITY. +4 )\JO, JOHNNY," said Mrs. Cumso de- cisively, “ you cannot go fishing.” But the bible says I ought.” “What do you mean?” “Tt says, ‘Spare the rod and spoil the child." FEMININE SINCERITY. GHE wished me joy and happiness, Though in her heart I know She hoped there was no wretchedness I wouldn't undergo. A PRACTICAL DIVORCE. Mrs. Quizsel—"1 hear you have stopped your proceedings for a divorce."” Mrs, La Mode—" Oh, yes; it isn’t at all necessary now. He has just got the bicycle craze. I never see him except Heah's yo" fren’, Mistah COLLEGIATE INSTITUTE. 4. The city boy, aged sixty.