Judge — September 10, 1892 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE A BALLADE OF SUMMER. BANE MUST be more than hard to please Who cannot now contented be; For if disposed to take your ease ‘There are the mountain and the sea, Whichever may the best agree. Kind nature too, that none may fret, Gave for the summer this decree— ‘That one may love and soon forget. Within a hammock ‘neath the trees, ‘The maiden cold enough to freeze Whea from all worldly troubles In town forgets her pedigree free, z When in the country. By degrees It's nice to feel the wooing breeze She thaws, and no ong is so “That blows from flower-scented lea; free. And as you note the amorous bee When at her shrine you've bent Suck nectar from each floweret, the knee ‘Then speed away, you're quick to And won her heart you half regret see Fair summer's kind fmmunity— ‘That one may love and soon forget. ‘That one may love and soon forget. L'ENVOL. Agnes! when I swore constancy, That time we kissed and parted, yet, Believe me, I could not foresee That one may love and soon forget. sawes sav o'conneLt. TOO BAD. Cxorte—"' Why, old fellah, what's the mattah? Come, come, old boy ; bbe chirpy. Wottte—"' Can't, old boy. Read this letter that I just received: *DEan str—If you do not pay your flower bill I will send each young lady a separate bill, and feel assured they will be paid, Yours, E, Roses.’" THE LATEST PHILADELPHIA INVENTION, Westey—"' Oh, that’s a little patent “Golly, Wesley! that's a funny-look- roller. See? (Pulls string.) use it to ing hat, What are those attachments?” hide behind when the tailor or florist 1—UNDER A ROOF. Passes me on the street.” Doc—** Well, that's a blamed shame. They've nailed my A CELESTIAL BODY. AT THE CIRCUS. “Who's the big Indian smoking a cig- arette ?”” “That's Moon-fac- ed Charley.” “What does he do?” “He takes a star part in the sun- dance.” AT A DISAD- VANTAGE. Miss Bleecker— “In that discussion with Sue you had her where. the “hair was short.” Miss Emerson (of Boston)—“ Yes; I se- ; cured her at a point Fey hay 2—UNDER A ROOF. pebere (be Capua Hz— Doctor, every time I raise a hand I'm completely knocked Ciamner SteALER (in the morning)—" Well, dat's de Pendages were abbre- out with pain fus’ good night's rest under a roof I've a viated.” Docror—* Then you had better play some other game.” comicbooks.com