Judge — September 5, 1891 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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NOCTURNE. 1 HE. moon with silver lit the lake; ‘The senate of the stars had met; The— Well, what noise! For goodness sake! In bursts my little Antoinette. “My darling, what! not slumb’ring yet? The hour is fate, the shadows deep, ‘And-papa's busy too, you see. Go, lay you down to goodly sleep, "And say your prayers at mamma's knee.” un. The moon with silver lit the lake; ‘The sen—— My wife puts inher head: “Oh, George, I have some bread to bake, ‘Would you go put the child to bed?* I drop my short poetic thread, And so together up we start, My little Antoinette and 1. God bless her! Heaven is in her heart, ‘As heaven is in her glad blue eye. ant, ‘The moon with silver lit the lake; The—— Ah! but this is getting stale, And genius has a thirst to slake. Till go and get a glass of ale, ‘Though seldom do I so regale. T'll let my writing slip to-night ; For thoughts come thronging and I see My child, the darling of my sight, Whose prayers were all for mine and me. A NEW DISEASE. ee Mrs. Curras —"' How is Misther Riley thish mar-rnin’ ?” Mrs, Ritey—"* Worse. He was taken wid another disase lasht noight.” Mrs. Curra: Fwhat is it?” Mrs. Ritey The docther called it convaleshent.” A DANGEROUS RIVAL. 66 WVHO is that giddy young thing over there to whom all those men are paying so much attention?” “That's the chaperon,” shouted a chorus of girls. ‘ AT THE SEASHORE. SHE receives the homage of all men, At which the others are enraged. She's poor, not beautiful, but then She's safe—for she’s engaged. THE SAME THING, Mrs. Hojack—" Mrs. Tomdik is the worst bargain-hunter I know.” : Hojack—“A regular pugilist, eh?” Mrs. Hojack (mystitied) —“A pugilist 2” Hojack—" Yes; a price-fighter, you know.” A SUBTERFUGE. Canty (dissembling) —* How much fer wan mout'ful?” Count Fiipeitivet (sizing up the aperture) —** Wunna centa.” Canty —** Shure, it’s wort’ th’ phrice.” SENTENCES PASSED BY THE JUDGE. PINIONS are acquired ; sentiments are inborn, Life is a trade at which most of us are but apprentices. The jour- neyman goes yonder. ‘The fact that one gives a part of his life to the sustaining of a burden may explain why an object of the greatest care is often that of the greatest endearment. To say thy friend does not understand thee is an easy refuge, but no stronghold—whether it be from incapacity on the part of thy friend or a petty willfulness on thine. It is said that the gods, in the process of experimenting, produced an empty brain, and in dismayed contrition attempted to repair the injustice by supplementing a fluent tongue. Conversation is a haphazard encounter in which one lets fly words snatched at random, and only the cold and skilled have never to regret the speeding of some chance missile. RATHAINE GRosjRan. HE COULD “PUT HIM TO SLEEP. Patient — Doctor, nothing that I have tried has any effect on my insomnia.” Dr. Paresis—" Nou never tried John I. Sullivan, did you?” HIS AUTHORITY. EXTERMINATED, Mrs. Trotter —" Will it be proper to send your card with mine to Faraer Wextitar—" How'd yer git red of all them woodchucks 'n polar- Mrs. Foster cats you hed round here . . Faraek Hows —"A city rooster come up here an’ l'arnt Johnny t’ smoke Mr. Trotter —" Give it up. Why don’t you consult Hoyle?” cigareets last week.” comicbooks.com