Judge — May 16, 1891 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE ALADDIN. JOW jotty 1 feel when I contemplate care ;nsconced in the arms of my low easy-chair, AST puff a brown brier to perfume the air ‘And keep my worn eyelids {rom blinking ! What faint dreams are wakened of Gve-o'clock teas ; Of bachelor dinners—odd models of ease— Et cetera; dull work is it stirring the lees hen joy took no part in the drinking. ke (ASTIN Te But my chair is the thing, and its memori For I lodge at the end of a narrow back street, Ina three-story-back, which to gain seems a feat Young friends and grave seniors knock under ; And once she sat here—in the grand long ago, When I longed for the life in the great streets below— While her smiles and her words set my pulses aglow ‘And filled my young heart with their wonder. Thus often I dream and grow youngish and vain; Thus often I dream, and the years circle round hen wrapped in a shawl with my slim, clouded cane With snowdakes and blossoms bedecking the ground, 1 strut past the dwelling in Pineapple lane (Urest with the world, with the peace to be found rich once held an angel in keeping. Jo doing all things at one's leisure. The school-children laugh asl pass on my way, Ab! blessid the man who at two score and ten Bat I feel it is done in their meaningless play, May talk to his pipe at his ease in his den, Por I'm far. far behind in the mode of the day Till dreaming has left him quite youthful again And well-nigh the time of the reaping. ‘And thankful for life and its pleasure. DE WITT STRRRY, DISTINCTION. ‘Squire Grimp—"I hear your nevvey is gettin’ ‘long fust-class in the city.” Farmer Scrimp—" Oh, ya-as; he's riz up so high now that he kin put a waiter’s coat on in the ike the rest o' the swells.” NO REPORTERS THERE. * whispered a cherub urchin, plucking at the venerable saint's wing- MeGAINT PETE feathers. “Well, what is it?” . “Do you sce that spiritual remainder coming down there—the one who looks so mighty important with a pen behind his ear and rote-book under his arm ?” “Yes; what of it?” “Well, that's the fellow who was never happy unless he was writing up some matter that the people wanted to keep kind of quiet and private and sending it to the newspapers; and un- less you fire him out of here pretty quick his peace of mind won't be worth a stiver. We don’t want ample and detailed accounts of our inner celestial proceedings published in the Sud/unary Tattler, and we won't have it, either.” KG. AN INCOMPLETE ITINERARY. Holt —"So you ran after the nobility when you were in England, did you?” Higgins —"Yes. All through Europe I followed my motto—' When in Rome do as the Romans do.’ I flirted in France, climbed in Switzerland, drank in Germany and posed in Italy.” Holt —" Why didn’t you go to Monte Carlo? People shoot themselves down there.” NEARLY. Countess — Just think of it, my lord; how remarkable! My sister Emma was born on the twenty-eighth of July, I was born on the first of August, and my sister Clara was born on the fourth of August. My Lord—" Wonderful! Why, they were nearly triplets."* IN A STREET-CAR. Lady—" Why don’t you close the window? It is very cold outside.” Gentleman (harshly) —“ Well, do you think it will then be any warmer outside?” tion) — Roapsipe LouNGER —“* Hi, there! Hurt yourself?" MR. BLEDSO (who has traveled some distance in this posi- ‘No; just road-skulling a little, that’s all.” a ge —_———- AN UNFORTUNATE FLOP. 66] SEE your paper has committed itself to the prohibition party “Yes,” returned the editor; “worse luck. I had to go away last week and the man I left i charge got roaring drunk and wrote that editorial.” FLOWERS. 66Q TRANGE that such difference there should be !" 4 We smile when maiden’s cheek we see All blooming with the rose ; But then we smile another way When man we see, as garden gay, With blossoms on his nose. WHAT HE OUGHT TO GET. Poet —"How much ought I to get for that poem?” Editor —“ Oh, 1 should think about ten "—— Poet (with a sickly smile) —" Yes; 1 know | what you are going to say: ‘Ten dollars or thirty days." Editor —“ No, sir; ten years.” } ground) —"* Help a poor man, sor?” —"" But why don't you go to work ?* Tramr—* It's a snow-shoveler Tam, sor:” AWKINS—"Il'm! Why don't you tramp to Green- land's icy mountains Curing the summer, then?" comicbooks.com