Judge — October 18, 1890 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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TWILIGHT. IOWN in edge of a tamarack swamp A rabbit lay in his burrow, And he heard the elves of Boreas romp Through the woods and field and furrow ; And out in the dusk the glow-worm lit His lamp in the misty gloaming, And the night-hawks over the trees would flit ‘And out through the night go roaming. A cricket chirped on a sassafras limb, @ A tree-toad piped on a willow, And the full moon's circle lay all dim Reclined on a cloudy pillow ; A whip-poor-will in the distance cried And a few lone star-gleams twinkled, While drifting over the meadow wide The cow-bells clanged and tinkled. Like the changing folds of an ancient loom ‘That the eye and mind perplexes, A bat criss-crossed in the deepening gloom And marked aerial X's. While up from the edge of a shallow bog, ith its moss-banks soft and porous, Came the sound of minstrels all agog— The bull-frogs’ opening chorus. The mist grew clear and the clouds grew bright And the silence crisp and crisper, And the trailing folds of the robe of night Came soft as a ghostly whisper. And out in the skies the full moon sailed With the stars to all attend her, And the pearl-gray tints of the twilight failed In night's cimmerian splendor. r CT pty Mr. MACARONI (bent on having a good time)—" Well, good-bye, dear. I shall not return to-night.” Ms, Macaxont —" Indeed ! . Wa ‘Then you'll catch something when you do come back.” OUTWITTED Mr. Poucikerr—'* Waal, by gosh !” HaLt-noy—'*Anything wrong?” Mr. Poucukeer—"T should say so, I tole my wife t’ give my son Josey a licki jest before I come away, an’ th’ young varmint 's went an’ packed all th’ hair-brushes in my grip-sack.” JUST THE OTHER WAY. DUDE of evidently limited equestrian powers was about hiring a horse at a livery-stable. The keeper insisted’ that he should pay the hire in advance. “Oh, you don’t trust me; perhaps you think I'll come back without the horse?” “Not at all, sir; just the opposite. We're afraid the horse will come back without you.” WHO'S GOT THE BUTTON? Jiggs —" Hain’t seen my collar-button ?” Mrs. Jiggs—" No; it you'd keep your”— Jiggs —" What's the matter with baby? She looks awful wise—why—red in the face—thunder! Where #s that collar? Wh" — Mrs. Jiggs —* Baby's sick—run for a doctor!" vgs —*Wh—what! Without my col ”— Mrs. Jiggs —*Go—quick! Call the cook! Cry fire—murder! Oh, oh ! Jiggs —" Better ? Mrs. Jiggs —" Had a fit—that’s all.” Jiggs —* Wh—where?” Mrs. Jiggs —" Here's Baby found it. your collar- button. EVER GREEN. ++ LJOW gloomsome are the evergreens Sighed Jack to Sissy Falsom. Tis true,” simplicity replied ; “They make us pine and bawl some.” A SEVERE PENALTY. Simeral—* Dr, Burtsell's punishment is even greater than was at first supposed.” Snooper —“ He's banished to isn’t he?” Simeral —" Worse times. Rondout, than that, a thousand He's been sent to New Jersey.” WHAT HE ASKED FOR. Bunting —"\t seems odd that Oliver Twist’ favorite poem should be ‘ Lalla Rookt Larkin—"1 didn’t know that it w: Bunting —" Oh, yes; for Moore.” A BAD CASE. Mrs. Jaysmith — 1 really don’t know what to do about my husband. He is a slave to opium.” Mrs. MeCorkle—" You don’t say!" Mrs. Jaysmith —" Yes; he takes an epidemic injection every day.” If I don’t get anything comicbooks.com