Judge — November 5, 1892 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE HOW SHE WON IT. ITTLE FRANCES is four and a half years old, and she has attended just three children’s parties. She came home from the third in a state of great elation, bearing triumphantly a box of colored dolls to cut out and dress. See, mamma!" she exclaimed, “I winned dis at de party. It's de first time I ever winned a prize at a party.” “How nice!’ replied mamma, “How did my little girl win such a nice prize?” “Why, mamma, dey had a donkey.” Not a real donkey, you know, but a paper donkey, stuck against.a curtain.” “And de children all stuck tails on de donkey wiv dere eyes blinded,” “Yes, “Well, I winned dis prize by stickin’ de tail on de farvest off.” She had won the booby prize. ANNA. TUERPONT SiVITER, A MILD ASSIGNMENT THESE DAYS. Reporter—"A. dozen prisoners escaped from the jail last night.” City editor— Get an interview with them and find out the cause of their discontent.” AFRAID TO INHALE IT. FLATTERY. Miss Fatre—‘‘I do not like compliments. Please to speak truthfully of me and in plain language.” Ma. Wirte—‘' But language’ that speaks truthfully of - you cannot be plain.” AUTUMN DAYS. I LOVE to loiter through the silent woods, By sweet deserted pathways where the leavés Lie drifted thick-and autumn’s sunshine weaves Such bright fantastic shadows of her moods Over the gold-gray carpet of the ground. T love to-hear the brook whose, silver thread Winds through the stillness with a dreamy sound Like songs half sung or tender words half said. Tove.to mark the rabbits as they bound Befote my footstep, and the squirrels shy ; The startled partridge, whirring swiftly by; ‘The quail that rans among the stubble dry. I love to mark these things, as sportsman should ;, That is, I’d love to mark them—if I could, a4. muincns, A BAD RISK. oe [™ THE youngest soldier of the late war,” casually remarked the candidate for life-insurance at the close of his exami- Docror—" Why, are you going to leave simply because you have to talk through nation, the telephone?” BRIDGET—"‘Av coorse Oi am. Oi don't want tbe inhalin''th’ breath ay thim “Are you?” replied the examiner sharply. “‘I'm glad you told different people all th’ toime, begob !" me that, for I-can’t insure you. You fellows die off too often.” ‘The effect, CHOLLY GETS SQUARE WITII HER PAPA’S BULL-DOG, comicbooks.com i