Judge — June 11, 1892 — page 15: what you’re looking at

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She allus wuz a willful thing, "Ith eyes ‘at ‘peared to dance an’ sing An’ sort o' hold a jubilee “Ith the sweetest pair 0 lips ‘at the Almighty ever sent down here To drive away the bitter drear An’ make a feller's heart rejoice, An’ raise afore his beamin’ eyes The host a-liftin’ up ther voice An’ singin’ joy through Paradise ! Ww An’ so we never breathed her name Fer months an’ years, until ther came, One winter night, a startlin’ rap— An’ nothin’ there but a yung chap All bundled up, an’ starin’ there ! An’ when we fetched him to the glare Inside I ketchéd the yungster's eyes — Them eyes! Anes I peered out through the sleet, God reached his arm {um Paradise An’ took him to his jedgment seat ! A-SETTIN’ here all by my lone, Adlis'nin’ to the mournful moan *At sings around the ole house-eaves, My pipe a-makin’ rings ‘at weaves ‘Therselves in shapes ‘at kind o' takes A chap ‘way back, an’ sort o' shakes A score o” years f'um off his head ; Somehow, I seem to see a gyurl — My Marg’ry—her thet’s —well, not dead — But's kind o’ dropped f'um out my world. m. An’ when, one summer day, she went Away ‘ith thet strange chap, an’ sent Her mother there this crumpled note, A-sayin’ how in tears she wrote To bid us all a long farewell, A-hopin’ God 'ud bless us — well, It ‘peared to freeze this heart o' mine, An’ es I burned her fortygraft Her mother dropped the cotton blind In her old room—an’ cried —an’ laffed ! v. We found a little tear-stained note Hid in his shabby velvet coat, A-sayin’ ’at her little chap's Life wuz ebbin’, an’ thet per’aps We'd "feed him, like, an’ sort of try ‘To save his life, so by an’ by He'd grow up strong, an’ p'raps he'd take Our Marg'ry’s place an’ be our joy.” . emis * ‘Two silvered heads bowed —for her sake — An’ shed soft tears on Marg’ty’s boy ! XIMMALL CHASR TALEY. HE HAS NOT BEEN TESTED. A PRUDENT MAN. Coen (to Ais hatter) —"* No; dhere vas no protection in dhose skull-caps. Let me haf von of dose English affairs — and mit extra large peaks, too !"” Mr. Chally (of the firm of Chally & Chintz) —“Is our new book-keeper a Christian, Mr. VERY PARTICULAR. Cirrk—"'Tea? Yes'm; green or black Mus, Fim —"* Better give me black. It's for a funeral.” EVIDENCE IN THAT DIRECTION. “This is an age of plutocrats, You can do every- thing with gold.” Except cure drunkenness.” HE WAS COMPREHENSIVE. Mrs, Snooper —* Men make me tired.” Mrs. Swayback —" What's the matter now?" Mrs. Snooper —' My husband saw Mrs. Keedick yes- ked him what she had on, and he replied, terday, and 1 “Oh, clothes.” Chintz?" talk through the telephone.” P'raps yo’ fink I don’ Mr, Chintz—"1 can't tell yet. He hasn't had occasion to A MEASURE OF SAFETY. Mr. SoLus—“‘ Hi-ho! Mistah Brichley, we doan’ need no libe-stock "bout dis yer club.” Mr. Bricutey (who never played but once before)—"'1 don't, don't I? yo" brack pirut. D’ larst time I wuz heah you coons charged me a dollah en a hal fera kitty —da’s whad yo’ said ; en dis time I done fetch m’ own. Yo" heah me a-squealin’ !” comicbooks.com