Judge — May 30, 1891 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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124 JUDGE SING SOMETHING. ING something.” Above the camp-fre's rudy glow The smoke-wreaths straele to and Like banners o'er some torn redoubt Where wearied soldiers lie about The day that comes is marked by te A Gettysburg's or Shiloh’s date, Yer'in the trench beneath the guns From man to man the summons runs \ Until from out a thousand throats \ Awell-remembered love-song oats. ™ Sing something." About the forecastle it rings, ‘Above their heads the lantern ‘wing: Against the planks that hold their lives ‘re northern its madness drives ‘The merry sailor's challenge mack. But as the tumult lulls above We catch some note of war or love: Well sung the song though it may be Changed to a requiem by the sea, Sing something.” a a - The voice that speaks is low and faint, ROUGH ON THE ANGLOMANIAC. ea better mane te one or oie Cnotty —" Aw yaw gawing ewazy, Algy? Why didn’t ‘One seething mass of fame and pain yaw bow to Miss Billions as she went b ALGy (shite and trembling) —" Aw— aw didn’t dare, Aw had a New Yawk hat- ter’s bwand in me hat! Call a cab, deah fel- law, and take me home !" Where beam and rod and bolt and bar Hold down the dying where they are, While creeping flame remorseless nears ‘The pinioned prisoners on their biers ; Ruut, rising with the fire-Gend’s wraith, We'hear the melting song of faith. * Sing something." The hollow voice itself appalls The Arctic silence where it falls, Gaunt horror side by side with death Arrests with awe the frozen breath. Vast solitudes of ice and snow Where sunless days move leaden slow, The pictured past, and lo thing when the drift is deep, Sing something when the pass is steep, Sing something when the purse is light. Sing something when the locks grow white, the aytumn asin spring. Geath's winter rise and sing. SETTLED. 4%] WONDER what sort of fellow Shakespeare really was?" you want me to advance you on x 3 i ctor making such a request before. Sir, he was the Augustin Daly of (pompously) —" wish you to know, sir, that T never copy. [am entirely original.” his time. TOO ORIGINAL. thousand dollars on your salary, do you? Impossible, sir. AL Manaci ! T never heard of ai TRADING ACT REVERSED ARMS. $6] AM very old.” said the veteran, “and [ have seen many a fight. Did you bear arms in eighteen hundred and twelve?” asked the boy “No, my bo} other way, Arms bore me SOME GROUND FOR IT. Cumso (on May. thirtieth) — The fi * returned the old man; “it was just the overnment issues food to some Fangh Cumso ¢ Indian tribes to-day, I believe.” ‘ot that | know of.” sn’t it Digger ration day?” ALL THE DIFFERENCE. “It's the same old European war -cl with the silver lining a trifle the COMING EV THE doctor su With the sma TS. , for he soon will grapple gre THE INDIANS ARE BECOMING CIVILIZED. gent (seeing Youn smear himself with oe boy and the s afraid-of-his-mother- ON THE HEIGHTS. ook here, you are not IivarenswetcLe—"Ach, Paul! you vos der luckiest man in der vorldt mit dot view 3 from dose vir All dem’ nice bier-gartens unt dot shplendit prewery righd at your feet going on the w The bre Keep Decorat lke paleface. h, mein frent, yoost vait till dot Frankfurter sausage-factory opens nexd veek unt den see, Der shimneys comes yoost on a levels mit mein dining-reem comicbooks.com