Judge — November 29, 1890 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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A THANKSGIVING REVERIE. BOW we turn (com the present with fond recollections Of childhood’s csgivings, their mirth and @) Rootes ‘The luscious red apples, the home-made confections, ‘And all that the heart of a boy holds most dear. Still, still as T muse in my smoke-scented sanctum, The homely old farm-house, moss - gabled, appears, ‘The pumpkins all stored where my grandfather banked th em, The barn, with its eaves swallow-haunted for years. But dearer than all that I now can remember ‘Was the kitchen that echoed to sounds long gone by, Where, bubbling, craned up from the hickory ember, ‘The pumpkin was stewed for my favorite pie. I still see her standing with up-lifted tadle— ‘My grandmother, saiated by urchins all round, ‘Whose pies, deftly turned from the white kitchen table, So slyly their way to our lunch-baskets found. Whose doughnuts—ah me! how my mouth twists and waters ‘As | see their crisp backs sizzling up through the lard ! AA fg for the salads now made by our daughters, ‘And oh, for one cake ft to solace a bard! 1 see the low rafters—the happy re-union— ‘The sister, the cousin, the uncle, the aunt ; ‘With the generous board to effect a communion ‘Untainted by fashion, undreamed of by cant. How brown was the turkey ! how white the potato! How rich was the gravy the dear hand by! How juicy the pippins! the cider how mellow ‘And, better than all, my beloved pumpki But gone are those days: i the churchyard the grasses ‘Now cover the kindly and generous hand ; ‘The withered leaf falls, and the ficet swallow passes. ‘To nest with his mate in a sunnier land, Bat all, when Thankagiving comes round and I'm A SCHOOL-DAY SCHEME. Piaget Dey rg terpeen try wey tre Saal Josrrn (cho has read the history of the rebellion) —" This is Fatty Truro, sir.” ‘With thanks in my heart for the good long ago. THE reDAGOGUE—"* Well?” {Usey AbAns TURNER, Joseett—"' They's a lickin’ due me, an’ I've give up two tops, a new fish-hook, three y hoss-chestnuts an’ a wad of spruce-gum fer him t’ be my substitoot. Peel off, Fatty.” A LITTLE GOOD ADVICE. JONES suddenly stopped eating his breakfast and shouted, “These cutlets are abominable! Why, those you bought a week ago were lovely.” “Well, I bought ‘em of the same butcher, any way.” “Well, you miserable idiot! what's that got to do with it? You don’t shave cutlets off the butcher, do you?” AS AN OFF-SET. Editor —\'m afraid this account we have of the failure of the fruit-crop will have a depressing effect upon our readers.” Proprietor —*Then you'd better state that cranberries were never in a finer condition.” STAKED BY THE PAPA. Reverend Dr. Primrose—* Boys don't think much of their parents in these days.” Brown — Indeed they don’t. I caught Johnnie trying to eat a dollar's wortk of turkey so that he could win a five-cent whistle off one of his playmates.” OUTSIDE THE BAKERY WINDOW. Mickry —"* What way would you rudder die, Blazey? Brazey—"I dunno. I think I'd rudder eat too much an’ bust.” COLOR-BLIND. At A RECEPTION, Fleecy (a forgetful man)—*TI believe this is Mr. White.” Person addressed —" No, sit; Mr. Black. Fleecy—"You must excuse me, Mr. Black, My color- blindness is bothering me again.” ADVICE TO TURKEYS. NOW is the time that you should diet; If you've an appetite deny it! For it is dangerous to hump Yourselves that you are fat and plump. Get thin! Then you may live to boast You were not a Thanksgiving roast. DRAWING THE LINE, Little Johnnie —* Was it right to ask Sambo if he had a A TRUCE; OR, HOW TWO WRONGS MADE A RIGHT. turkey for Thanksgiving ?” Rep Sam—"' Did you say that I was a crawlin’, sneakin’ kind of a moss-adder ?” Brown-ea; provided you dideigo iuvther ond ak Biack Dick—"*Yes, Did you say I got chased a mile by a lame coyote?’ Rep Sam — him where he got it.” Biack Dick —" Then we're even without shootin’.” (Put up the guns and walk off.) comicbooks.com