Judge — January 17, 1891 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE ONE A.M. ILUFF blows the wind against the panes TOO CROWDED. ‘THE neighborhood is getting quite thickly settled,” remarked one And rattle loud the sashes, In chimney-pots howl weirdest strains, Or fan the hearthstone ashes ; I mildly doze above a book That lacks a fetching savor, Or with a vague and careless look Watch how the pipe-clouds waver. resident of ward two hundred and forty-five, Chicago, to another. “Yas,” replied the latter; “darn it! I haven't been able-to shoot a bear for a week. They're bein’ scared off.” THE RHEUM OF INTOXICATION. Primus—"\ can't make out from the papers whether Henley’s tragedy was a success or not.” Secundus —" Was it a full house?” Primus—*\t must have been; I see that it wept at his pathos.” ‘Again I view a green-grown vale Hemmed in by sky and meadow ; T hear the whistle of a quail Behind some leafy shadow ; And where the silver waters stray By hedge and rock with laughter. My willing senses slip away To follow idly after. The brown bees revel in the bloom, ‘The gentler winds are wooing, And in the cool of thicket gloom T note a wood-dove cooing ; Till, drunken with the sweet heartache The shallow brook is singing, I dream—half drowsy, haif awake — ‘The pipes of Pan are ringing. Gone now the warthth of summer days. Grim winter's wand is waving ; Snow-drifts obliterate the ways The weary cit is braving. And why should I forsake the town, Since none may love it better? Fond girl, it was the blossoms. brown You folded in your letter. DR WITT STRRRY. ANOTHER WAY OF PUTTING IT. + Q)H, that’s all in your eye,” remarked Miss Bleecker in reply to her Boston friend’s statement. “No,” replied Miss Emerson; “I do not regard it as an optical illusion. A DIFFERENCE. Husnanp—"I think T can have this hat blocked so that it will do this winter.” Wire ‘es; of course, You are a sensible fellow.” Husnaxp—'*And you can make your hat do too by having "— Wire—'* Indeed! Do you think I will wear a last winter's hat? You are the most foolish man I ever saw.” DID CLEOPATRA PUT CAESAR IN THE SOUP? PEAR JUDGE—1 find in Plutarch, chapter sixty-two, the following : “ Caesar pre- vented this; for while Antony made for Actium, which is now called Nicopolis, he crossed the Ionian and seized on Toryne (or Tureene), a place in Epirus. Antony was distressed on finding this, because he was without his infantry; but Cleopatra made a jest of it and asked him if it was so very dreadful a thing that Casar was got into the ladle?”* If the popular phrase “He’s in the soup” was common in Cleo- patra’s day then we may well say, “Age cannot wither nor custom stale her infinite variety.” EDWARD oav. A BLIGHTED HOPE, * In Greek Tureene. A PERFECT PLAN. Larkin—"1 know the best way to avoid hurricanes at sea.” Sumway —* Well, what is it?” Larkin —" Remain on the shore.” SHIWRECKED MARINER—" Thank heaven! a drop of that will renew my failing strength.” A THOUGHTFUL GiRL. WINTER brings me no unrest Though my money all has flow For the girl I love the best Has a sealskin of her own. AN AGITATED SIRE. Father — Where are the girls going to-night?” Mother —" There is a rehearsal of ‘The Messiah,’ I believe.” Father (sharply) —“ Has that Mr. Hungry Higgins, the well-known traveler, has infernal ghost-dance .craze come received the attentions of the upper circles during the east? past week, SOCIETY ITEM. comicbooks.com