Judge, 1891-12-26 · page 3 of 19
Judge — December 26, 1891 — page 3: what you’re looking at
What you’re looking at
This page contains a poem titled "The Church is Airy with Perfumed Candles" (with musical notation) by Kate Masterson, describing a wedding scene. The poem depicts a bride entering church with detailed descriptions of her appearance and emotional state, referencing "Christmas a year ago" and lost love. Below is an illustration captioned "Couldn't Corner Her," showing a woman and man in conversation. The dialogue suggests romantic complications: the man references three engagements, implying the woman has a pattern of broken engagements. The right column contains several brief news items and gossip, discussing topics like Edward Murphy Jr., California sulphur, bomb-throwing suspects, and notable figures' families. This appears to be primarily literary content and society gossip rather than political satire.
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1 ar AB church is diay with perfumed candles fain; Phe fans are flultering, Wailing for the bride; Phe organ whispers lov’ « fender pleisf, Ad pure, pale flowers fill the air sanctified. She comes! Phe fepers burst info « glow. GPrembling she Walks adows the flower-lined lane. Phe music changes from its murmuring lew Ad swells triumphant in « grand refrain, Qh, song of lee, sing on! end wWedding-bell Pent shyly ‘neath her lover's ardent glance Ring out in gladness on the Ebristmes air, Alyd shadows falling from her deil of lece Mhough ene man's heart breaks et the fale you fell, Linger cbout her lips and upward dance. Standing alone down by the ergan-stair. Per eyes sce not his face, yet in her heart She's thinking of an old-time’ girlheed Dov’, Clasped hands, « promise “neJer more fo parl.” Ebrisimes a year ego! Qne year—and now. KATE MASTERSOK. MANY NOTED MEN are lost to sight after the November returns. We miss, oh how we miss! the tin-plate liar. ees Te CRANK who tried to kill Edward Murphy, jr., had it in his mind to bury the Democratic hatchet in the wrong spot. ae MOUNTAIN of sulphur has been discovered in Califor- nia. We have often thought that our future suffering would come from around there somewhere. NOBODY KNOWS precisely who threw the bomb, but our sus- picions are divided about equally between William Henry Patterson and Benjamin F. Butler. GERMANY has five and a half millions of women who earn their own living. They have to earn it or die. That is one of the fésults of a standing and unproduc- tive army. THE SON of Joaquin Miller who has been holding up a stage- coach has the imagination of his father without the brake that makes such a gift valuable to its pos- sessor. A daughter of the poet is equally gifted and unfortunate. A RGOLONAUCORTERETIER! volume of Mr, Miller's religious He—" You say you never were in love before, and yet this is the third time we have been engaged.” Pocmis)\wouldfibes a) Clristmasi gift Sur. (triumphantly) —* Yes; but didn't I break those other two engagements?” better than any they have. SS comicbooks.com