Judge — February 14, 1891 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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SHEPHERDESS LANE. LL down the length of the rambling lane Lie the white, wet drifts of snow ; But‘her window:box looks gay and neat With Its green shrubs aif arrow. ‘And out on the ait of the cold, gray square, ‘Where the silver moonbeams shine, Is walted along the spinster's song To the great Saint Valentine. The notes in the long dead days, When in cinnamon frock and stiff-starched stock He quavered each tender line As his eyes shone bright with a gentle light From the great Saint Valentine. She hears him too, and her faded eyes row warm wiih the peace of me Her queer, queer curls which the high comb ties Wave slow to the simple rhyme. And I stand below in the falling snow, ‘A flush on these cheeks of mine While the last notes die in a pleading cry To the great Saint Valentine ‘Years, years have fled since I heard the song. Tornight as I lay and dreamed My, thoughts, were hurried and towed along . 3 ‘Was wafted along the spinster's song ‘To the great Saint Valentine, DEWITT STRERY, Wg HOME-LIKE. StRaNGER—"* The streets of your new town are in a horrible condition.” REAL-FSTATE BROKER—" Yes, I know, You see most of the people who im. migrate here are New-Yorkers, and we want to make it as home-like as possible.” AFTER PARTICULARS. 66] TELL you, sir,” he exclaimed in a high voice, “that the country is going to the dogs! “ May I inquire, sir.” asked a modest listener, “if the dogs are of any par- ticular breed?" NO DOUBT OF IT. Mrs. Brown —"V'm afraid my husband is going crazy. When the post- man came to-day he swore, tore his hair, crumpled the letter up in his hand, threw it on the floor, jumped on it, and acted just like a madman. Mrs. Cobwigger —" Don't worry, my dear. Just get little Johnnie to tell what he did with the comic valentine he bought.” SURE OF HIS ROAD, Rey. Mx. Futintt (0 Mr, Beers of Horseheads, who has been paint. ing the town) —"* My friend, do you know where the road that you are traveling ends?” Mk. Berks —"' Gran’ Shentral stashun, by hooksh ! an’ I don’ (uck !) wan’ no blamed bunco steerersh t' tell me no differ'nt.” VALENTINE VIGNETTES. A LITTLE valentine often goes a long way. ‘The tailor's,yalentine is never short and sweet. The bills we get in valentines are not legal tenders. ‘The postman has more valentines than he knows what to do with, The valentine is very lively, considering that it has been dying for so many yeai We hav seen the five-hundred-dollar valentine, but we never knew anybody who bought it or received it. SITTING BULL. AT LAST this wily old redskin Has sipped death's bitter cup; His toes, he used to turn them in, Tut now he turns them up. PERSUASIVE. Barber (to middle-aged youngish gentleman) —* Let me give you SRO le AL a nice shampoo now, sir. : cepipri s ioatsiiaweenante Mas. Boxpant—" Mr. Guyerre paid me a charming compliment to-night. Customer —* No, | believe not. He said I didn’t look a single day over twenty-five.” Barber — No extra charge for re-dyeing, sir.” (Great excitement.) Mr. Boxraxt—"' You don't. You look thousands.” comicbooks.com