Judge — October 11, 1890 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE A SONG OF THE SEASON. AN INTERNAL DISAGREEMENT. WHEN the fragrance of grapes is in the air And the asters blow and the corn-stalks rattle, ‘Then hey for the agricultural fair, For the portly squash and the big prize-cattle ! And the grangers’ wives with their bed-quilts go ‘And the granger’s boy with the fat pig trudges, Rut as for the show of riz-bread, heigh-ho! Caleb is one of the judges! Susannah’s hair has a rubicund hue And frolic curls and a sportive crinkle ; Athwart her nose there are freckles a few, Her blue eyes beam and her bright eyes twinkle, Does a captious tongue say her loaf is thin? Or heavy, or burnt, or sour, or gritty? Caleb, with a grin, is scratching his chin— Caleb is on the committee. Ho, the lemonade and the pop-corn ball, The blooming maid and the smiling bumpkin ! And the rick-rack edge and the crocheted shaw! And the extremely corpulent_ pumpkin And the calf with the superfluous head ! Are there sly winks and sagacious nudges? First prize, it is read on Susannah’s bread. Caleb is one of the judges. PRACTICALLY ENFORCED. MISS SWALLOW had been all the morning explaining by means of various examples the process of sub- traction; but in spite of her faithful endeavor to make the matter understood by the fourteen distended little brains before her, one point remained hopelessly dark. “My dear children,” finally exclaimed the worthy Miss Swallow in that full contralto which never failed to make itself heard in the Sunday choir, “it is s water. Georgie, pay attention! If T take five out of five what will remain Georgie stared blankly at the questioner and dared not answer. ‘The rest of the class were hopelessly entangled and a few attempted to escape the questioner by falling asleep. Another teacher might have lost patience; not so Miss Swallow. She glanced at her watch, and finding it near dinner-time, opened her satchel and took therefrom a peach—large, lus- cious, tempting. ‘That excellent lady was right. The idiotic expression disappeared from the faces in front of her and the eyes sparkled. Mouths were opened expect- antly; a little tongue smacked. Miss Swallow was paring the peach. When she had finished it she proceeded with measured solemnity, “Here I have a ch. | will divide it into five parts.” he did so. Sow, I take one" and she ate it. and the second followed the the children looked anxious. some of them rose impatiently. : ah-h! What is left?” “The stone,” sighed a disappointed, mournful chorus. HIS THOUGHTS. A PENNY for your thoughts,” she s.ad. “They're worth more,” he replied ; “I'm thinking of our bank account When you shall be my bride.” SENTENCES PASSED BY THE JUDGE. THE SCOPE OF THE MOVEMENT. HAPPINESS dwells not in high places. Aunt Tanitita —"* What's this ‘ere Farmers’ Alliance they're ‘en the most fastidious will come makin’ sech a fuss about?” ‘i 4 ia a % Jwcue Pri Coke Anots everything) —"*Oh, that’s a scheme 0 overlook the lack of a punctuation mark, ke th’ Royal Arcanyum, t pertect us fellers from gittin’ oF even a misspelled word, as of little con- buncoed all th’ time.” sequence in comparison with the quality of the nature seeking expression. “Lhold the world for you; win it,” says fame. “1 command luxury; earn it,” says wealth, “I have a for you; deserve it,” says love. ‘The poet sings his song and wins a world. Bread!" cries he, famish- Id he has won, He toils for gold.“ Warmth for this benumbed soul of mine !" warm it at these.” Repose for this spirit!" “Count thy gol You have ignored me,” says love; “yet I have no power to withhold my gift from its natural possessor.” “ This is what I have long sought, the poet; “dreamed of but found not.” For what man craves is food for the soul, the glow of light and warmth, and a surety upon which to repose amid uncertainties; and a human heart should be all these. KATHRINE GROS)RAN, 5. ‘* Murderin’ tlames !" comicbooks.com t