Judge — August 8, 1891 — page 6: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

MARSH ECHOES. HEN twilight on the rushes falls And threads the moon through night's dark halls, When dims the far horizon line And glow-worms phosphorescent shine, ‘Then comes in deepest basso full, Like bellowing of a roving bull, “Ah-rr-ooomp, Ah-rr-ooomp, Baa-aa-rroomp !" O'erhead the ghostly nighthawk flits, And in the woods in silence sits ‘The whip-poor-will, while round the lake Soft on the shores the ripples break, And sound there is none, save that call Reverberating over all, “‘Ab-rr-ooomp, Ah-rr-ooomp, Baa-aa-rroomp !" ‘The tinkling cow-bells in the hush No more are heard, and in the lush And coarse swamp-grass the bull-frogs lie, While echoes far their guttural cry Across the lily-pads and cane, As some old obve's hoarse refrain, “‘Ah-rr-ooomp, Ah-rr-ooomp, Baa-aa-rroomp !" And Pan among the sighing reeds, When night has told her starry beads One after one, stands silent there, While float upon the darkening air ‘Those unmelodious, mournful notes, Sent upward from Batrachian throats, ‘Ah-rr-ooomp, Ah-rr-ooomp, Baa-aa-rroomp ERNEST MGA UNAPPRECIATION. TREFETHER (tho has builta small cottage as a surprise to his wife) — my dear, what do you think of it?” MkS, TREFETHER (iho has piped off the wrong house) —"* Why, you angel, it’s perfection! but I wish we could get the owner to tear down that miserable little shanty on the right.” HOW A NEW WRINKLE WORK SutHers —"* Comfort is everything. T can lie here and feel the little fish nibbling at the other end of the line as well as if I sat—— TACKS IN HIS. Mrs. Peastee—'*Is that you, Horace?” Mr. PeasLez—"'Yes, my dear. I'm just going over to the wash-stand to get a giass of water.” STARTING EARLY IN LIFE. ‘¢\VHERE is Johnny Tivington?” inquired the Sunday- school teacher, looking up from the bible that he was reading. “He went out between the Acts," replied little Sammy Brown.” NATURE SETS THE EXAMPLE. Of course the fashions change. Each season sees Some color new for hats or gowns or shoes. Why not? In autumn even maple-trees Refuse to use the hues they used to use. THE GIRL GRADUATE’S CIPHER. He— Why do the girls at Madame de la Mode’s s write young Foster notes in French—to air their learning? She—" No; it’s against the rules to have beaux, and they don’t want madame to understand what they write.” NOT A GOOD RECOMMENDATION. “Is this good fly-paper?” Boy —* Yes, ma'am ; best there is.” Will it catch flies?” it'll catch ‘em better than the centre-fielder of the Old lady (who reads the papers) —" I'll look at some other kind, young man.” ED TO PERFECTION, —Whoa!! This must be a whale!!!" comicbooks.com