Judge — September 13, 1890 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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SEPTEMBER. HE long days of the summes-time Have drifted out to sea, And hazy briefness fills the space Where they were wont to be. ‘The fog-horn blows the morning in, And fog shuts round the night ; September blows its grimmest blows, The beach is wet and white. Hang up the tennis-blazer high, And take the bathing-dress And put it in some thimble, where Its shadow may be less. The summer sports are ended quite, ‘These girls have found their mates— The broken heart of that man can Be mended while he waits. Now quickly light the furnace fires And their good warmth shall show ‘That summer hath not all the joys For mortals here below. PONT! ss: hoses ; Behold ! the theatre doors ope wide, Sa eae ANA yoveuracnn: For city sights now look ! Henry —" What would you do if a real, truly sea-serpent should swim c= 4 s in here?” The groaning board brings peace and speech, Buossom —"I don’t know, Wouldn't it be awful to be an angel inside And heaven preserve the cook ! a sea-serpent ! HOW HE WON HER. ‘MIRIAM, my dear,” said George Charles Dusenberry, “will you marry me?” The proud and stately beauty shook her head, “Be my wife,” urged the young man, “and you shall ride in a stylish carriage behind a pair of seal-brown bay “It is a great temptation, George, but 1 must say no.” “You shall have all the ice-cream you can eat, and go to the opera every night in the week.” The regal maiden shook her lovely head. “We will go to the mountains every summer, or to the seaside if you prefer, and you shall have the loveliest bathing-suits imaginable. No, George; do not ask me. I do not wish to marry.” ‘I give up smoking and the club, and never step out of the house at night. I am sorry to appear so obstinate, George, but really it is of no use to think of such a . thing as marriage now.” AN OLD ROUNDER. “T have unlimited credit in all the stores in the city, and you shall go shopping every afternoon of the world.” PROORICOSITIVES “Oh, George, you dear boy!” exclaimed the girl, Sree throwing herself on his neck, yours.” S YOUR new type-writer pretty?” The Gilded Avernia Cafe WILLIAM WENKY SIV FI “Well, my wife comes to the office to see me every day now.” | IVill open on Tuesday, September 9th. You are respectfully invited to be present. ONE WOULD THINK SO. | EVERYTHING FREE AS AIR! “Julius,” Snively —" Joseph Cook says it will PROPRIETOR. require the musket to overthrow the liq- uor traffic.” Snodgrass —Well, the musket ought to be able to get away with the pocket-pistol.” BOUND TO GET BACK HOME, «6 JAYSMITH of Utica is in town for a big spree,” said a New York Central official. How do you know? Did he tell you so?” “No; but the first thing he did on getting off the train was to buy a return ticket to Utica.” A DETESTABLE MAN. She—1 detest a man who will sit down to talk to a girl and then throw a far-away look into’ his eyes.” He (absently)—" How fat A SCIENTIFIC DIAGNOSIS, Van Doodenbocker (in front of monkey's cage at Central park)—"Say, chawppie, I don’t take any stock in this twash some ofsthose beastly old scientists invented about these cwetaws being dt ndfathaws, do you?” Chappie (gazing vacantly at the intense faces of their mon- THE DAY AFTER THE OPENING. ips) "Naw, tharet 1 don’t; too dem/d!much//expwession * Good-morning, doctor. Didn't see you down at Julius's opening last night. 1 gentleman's gwandfathaw, don't chew knaw.” tell you that fellow’s a brick. Think T'll pull through ?* comicbooks.com