Judge — December 12, 1891 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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THE BEST OF ALL. SPRING. HE TREES are waking from winter rest And the air is full of sweet perfume ; The birds are searching a summer nest On the branches rich with bud and bloom. sexaten, Now mid-summer's charm is here at last ; The orchards bend full limbs to the breezc. Soon will the rare harvest-days be past. Laden with fruit stand the groaning trees. AUTUMN, WINTER, Bin and barrel are full to the brims With fruit that is plucked from nature's arms, And the trees stretch out their leafless limbs, Shorn of their wealth and deprived of charms, Peach, pear and plum have their gifts for man, We couldn't get on without the three ; Bot the fruit built on the better plan Is the fruit found on the Christmas-tree. GEORGE S. CRITTENDEN, A SPROUTING YOUTH. LovING UNCLE (about 0 visit his sister)— Lerrun Hexry (o, **T suppose I ought to buy a few toys for little‘ Hello, unk! Put ‘er Henry, my dear little nephew.” cid yer come down, eh?” three years ago)— eré, ole man! When IN BOSTON. se] T'S disgusting,” said Mrs. Waldo Beaconhill. “The makers of children’s blocks never think of putting Greek letters on them, and there's my poor little Emerson simply dying of ennui for the want of a good fairy tale in words of moderately extensive syllabification.”” A LAST RESOURCE. First Washington correspondent —" News is {rightfully scarce.” Second correspondent —"Yes, Vil start the report that Mrs. General Logan is to be married again and you can den ISN’T THAT ENOUGH? Theatrical manager —* What qualifications have you for the stage, madam?" Fair applicant—"\ bought one of Mrs. Astor's gowns, sir.” NONE SO BLIND, ETC. Vinley—" Doctor, 1 believe I need a pair of eye-glasses. I see everything double. Last night | looked at my wife's dog and he seemed to have two tails.” Dr. Lens—"Yes> Have you tried the gold cure?” NOT IIS KIND. Tuy. Sake —'* What kind of a snake are you, anyhow?” WHY MISS HEAVYWEIGHT SAT STILL; OR, HER PRESENCE OF MIND EXPLAINED, “Allow me to compliment you, madam, on your The fire is out, and you escaped injury by sitting iss Heavyweicnt—"'I'm glad of that, youl. man. 1 wish you'd pull me out of this chair, I've stuck fast.” THE Wosk—'*A water-snake !” : | comicbooks.com