Judge — January 23, 1892 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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ae = x y JUDGE 53 MY OLD RAG DOLL. AST night I searched the garret for a long-forgotten book, ‘And as I pried and peered about, down ina dusty nook I found what made me all at once for- get what I was after, And filled my eyes with springing tears and stirred my voice to latighter. ‘And up I took it wonderingly, with cobwebs, dust and all, ‘And held it close against my beart— My old rag doll. ‘Oh, dear, forgotien childhood’s joy! Ob, precious, long-lost treasure ! I cannot tell why such a pain was min- gled with the pleasure; ‘The old, familiar, dirty face, with features done in ink, And the little faded ribbon tied with many a childish prink, And the dusty plaid merino of the little time-worn gown, And the tiny knitted stockings o'er the shoe-tops slipping down — ‘There on the garret floor I sat and brooded o'er them all And longed for that sweet childhood with My old rag doll. And though I am a woman, with a ‘woman's work and care, z ‘And though I look each morning for the silver in my hair, I cannot tell just why the tears fell fast from eyes bent over ‘That dusty, dear, old-fashioned thing—I only know T love her ! And all my golden childhood is but a happy dream, Somehow to-day its perfect joys a lit- tle nearer seem I only know that ‘ Polly” in her little ragged shawl Since I found her in the Is mine once more—is mine again— garret with the cob- My old rag doll. webs, dust and all, That dearest relic of the Dear relic of my childhood—of that happy, bappy past— = time My ol doll, When life meant play and sunshine and every joy y old rag was mine ; When care was all unknown to me and every bright iit to-morrow , alti Was but an echo of to-day! There rarely came a iM | HARRIET TRANCENE CROCKER, oe | But when my fair horizon was stirred by sudden squall Hl! i, THE PERUVIANS re whipped and rob- There was naught that gave me comfort like NNN bed by Chili, and it is not unlikely that they My old rag doll. i i would like a chance to recuperate and retaliate. THERE IS NOT so much talk of impeaching Hill. The talk now relates to the impeachment of the Republican party for being unfaith- ful to itself. see THE KINDNESS of the murderer Sawtelle in dying with- out the aid of the rope obliges the admission that, now that he is dead, he was a tolerably decent citizen. THAT GRAND OLD MAN. THE RETURN of John Sherman to the senate is a triumph for good politics and a compliment to the justice and good sense of the Republican party of Ohio and the nation. His defeat by such a man as Foraker would have been an Ohio and a national disgrace. The time has not yet come for Republicanism to adopt the savagery that kills men because of the whitening of their hair. PROOF POSITIVE, Mrs. Kinatey (froudly)—"* Do you know, as long as [have lived with my husband I have never known him to utter an oath.” ___ Ms. BINco—" Then he doesn’t tie his own neck- ties.” WE CANNOT judge satisfactorily the wisdom of the movements of the Hon. Mr. Garza un- til it is definitely known whether he proposed to capture Mexico or the United States. A CHRISTIAN GRAVE-DIGGER. “THERE IS A PAPER in this town that makes the most of every report that Mr. Blaine is ill. It enlarges the unfavorable and ensmalls the favor- able indications with apparent delight. It has said a dozen times in as many ways that Mr. Blaine was nearer the grave than the presidency, and it uses every opportunity to remark with apparent ecstasy, “See! Our diagnosis was right. The man’s gone. Eat Nothing can save him.” That is the kind of thing AN EYE FOR A BARGAIN. that Grover Cleveland calls ghoulish glee; and it is Swanxay Jiu (Oegzing)-—"* Give us a nickel fer a bed, boss?" not improved by the assumption that it comes of a Boss—" Why, certainly, my man, Where is the bed?" Christian spirit. comicbooks.com