Judge — September 20, 1890 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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386 IN THE HARVEST-FIELD. | HAVE tasted of the grape's that poets call divine, But Dead-sea fruit shall quench at last the lips that thirst for w juice I sing of better vintage — liquid glories unconcealed — In a jug of cold spring water on a sum- mer harvest-field. An old stone jug I'm singing of, a corn- cob stopper too ; Of falling lines of supple grain whose roots are dipped in dew; And darkest gleam of emerald among the tasseled corn, And sunburned faces smiling when they hear the dinner-horn, When the rain of molten sun-flakes beats on flower, tree and leaf, And you twist a golden girdle round each heavy-laden sheaf. ‘Then, as you press along the slope, across the sandy clods, Your lips grow parched with waiting for the nectar of the gods, * ‘The shorn, broad field is lying like a yel- low carpet spread, And the mid-day sun is streaming from heights far overhead ; While the only sound or echo on the hill- side or the glades Is the passing of the reaper and the rattle of its blades. And as on gallant steed appears a: bare- foot country boy And hands you down his burden there. what words can tell your j As you press it to your dusty common, old stone jug, And cool, clear water rushes out with “gurgle, gurgle, glug!” Ah, then through all your being steals a calm, delicious bliss ! For sky and earth and sunshine seem commingled in a kiss; And that kiss has steeped your senses as with some magicians drug, As the cooling eddies greet you, bubbling waward from the jug. And when you set it down at last, relue- tant, yet content, You realize what water is—Goul's greatest Dlessing sent ; For, all that man can ever brew the vic- tor's palm must yield a draught of cold spring water in « summer harvest-field. A CONTIGUOUS EXAMPLE. Lawon- AGITATOR —"* What are the capitalists doing? What? 1 ask. “They are inaugurating a credit system that keeps ready money out of circulation, and which makes it well-nigh impossible for the middle classes t ‘THE HALL- PROPRIETOR —"* You'll excuse me, boss, but dot lasd bier ain'd pait for yed.” WHAT THE WILD WAVES ARE SAYING. THAT the bathing- costumes of the past summer were not so bad as they were painted by the camera- reporter But that it is an undeniable fact that the biggest girl often wore the smallest s ‘That two or three of the watering- place engagements are to result in really-for-truly weddings in the fall. ‘That there may have been one or two on the s. g., but there are posi- tively none on this autumn’s girl. ‘That the man who wears the larg- est checks is not always the one with the most extensive bank account. That many of the belles who have painted the hotel piazzas a delicate old rose during the season just past will take their places behind ribbon coun- ters in October. That the young married woman has taken second place in the fickle affections of the summer man. That the maiden who showed the greatest length of stocking on the beach in the morning was also the one who wore the most economically de- d corsage at dinner. That the hotel clerk is a right good fellow after all. That the young woman who played the banjo had the call on moonlight nights. That russet shoes are much worn —some of them out at the toes. That the out-of-town correspond- ents for the Sunday papers have had great snaps, and have been taken up by the heavy swells. That the girl who dived and swam took this summer's biscuit. That the graduate girl just from school was one of the most dangerous elements 6f the season. That the mamma who has worked off one of her marriageable daughters is glad she is living. That some of the luridly-gotten- up young men will be on their gaiter- ettes until the snow flies. That many dangerously foolish remarks were made upon the summer sands that the sad sea-waves have kindly washed away forever. LEN A DISAPPOINTMENT. ALE. WINE& comicbooks.com