Judge — October 29, 1892 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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She gave it me as a remembrancer Of days we spent together by the sea, 1 keep it as a token still of her Who was my life to me. ‘The salt sea-wave will wash the faded rim Of that pale moon above the rocky surge ; Her light will fall with lustre cold and dim’ JUDGE MY SUMMER GIRL. LONG the forest, like a crowing cock, The roaring train is speeding through the night [And belching upward with volcanic shoe! Red flukes of liquid light. Awhile upon the air I catch the att ‘The raitle of the wheels, the angry roar, ‘And then they die around the dis- tant blu Along the river shore. It leaves (behind within its iron wal re A sense of solitude, a weight of pain, The poets on my shelves cannot partake, Or soothe with their refrain. Within a glass upon the mantel dies A dainty little spray of immor- telle ‘That lived within the light of other eyes And bloomed by magic spell. White wings of gulls will now be dimmer white, ‘The fisher sing less gayly from his skiff, And I shall linger later in the night ‘Alone upon the cliff, Since our two ways diverge. GOT HER ELSEWHERE. «¢¢ POOR BARKER! he’s been cut dead by Philadelphia society for marrying a shop-girl.” . “Was she a Wanamaker girl?” “Oh, no. If she had been that it would have been all right.” A WARNING. WHEN Maud and I last chanced to meet T made love in short‘metre, And told her that she was so sweet That I could almost eat her. That night I dreanied'T had done so, And took that meal with glee. Was ita warning? This I: know— She disagreed ‘with me. A RASH GUESS. Mrs. Darley—"Who was the author of the hymn ‘I would not live alway'?" Darley— It couldn't have been Methuselah, could it?” THe Artist—* There is a certain poetry about art that carries one to heights far above the vulgar horde.” oo ALONZO LEORA RICE, A COMPETENT WITNESS. will eee ie Do you understand the nature of an oath? Do you know what appen if you do not tell the truth in this case?” Writness—" To be certing, boss. Our side will win.” THEORY AND PRACTICE. (On another occasion.) what pays.” TRAVELING ‘IN CoG.” GENEROSITY. ELLO!" said St. Peter to the record- ing angel, “what are you putting that cotton in your ears for?” “Did you notice that fat man down there who couldn’t find a boot-black ?” “Yes.” “Well, I think he’s going to try to polish his own shoes,” PAST THE HOUR. [STOOD in the hall at midnight ‘When the clocks were striking the hour, And counted the strokes in horror, ‘And longed for the magic power To turn Time's footsteps backward ‘And-enable myself to shout Up-stairs in courageous accents, “Shall I put the milk-can out?” WHEN HE WAS AT HOME. Milliner —"You say 1 must see your husband, madam, to col» lect that bill of mine. Pray when can I see him?” Mrs, Bingo—'Oh, any time after two o'clock in the morning.” “That's all right about art, but this is comicbooks.com