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JUDGE FRESH FROM THE YACHT-RACES. HE was standing before the glass trying on a new gown. “See here,” she, said to the attending artiste, pulling out the marvelously full sleeves; “T want these club-topsails clewed down some.” Then, giving the skirt a fore- and-aft kick, she added, * and you can put a reef or two in this spinnaker.” “Tse,” assented the dressmaker; “ you want to wear it when you're run- ning close-hauled to the wind.” “ That's it,” she responded enthusiastically; “and it makes it easier to gybe.” PATIENCE ON BOTH SIDES. Miss Simpkins —* What are you writing mostly?” Young auther—*Oh, telling my creditors to wait a little longer.” ON WITH THE DANCE. Worn Watkins —"t W'at do yer t'ink of immigration ?” Lone Lantca! t's a good ting, if dey keep it up. By an’ by us fellers can't git work if even we look fer it.” A GOOD EXCUSE. +s THIS isn’t pure tea, is it, Mr. Grocer? ” ut I've always been told to cross my teas, ; madam.” NO i ne TO JULIA, HER HAND. NYMK YY HEN she lifts her curving S¥\ Wo hand Up, while shines the golden band That for our true love doth stand, May the reason be Thus to show how like a cup Thumb and fingers rim it up? Vessel choice from whi Sweets of Arcady Enter, lips, without alarm ; mesh On the meadow of that palm, OP pees é Tender as a breata of balmy, WASTING ES, sw ‘ ved = Softly place a kiss Cousin Rurvs (of Boston) =" These cloud-canped towers and noble “0 a e d ys Palaces, majestic monuments—aye, the great earth itself—shall pass away “WANTED PUBLICITY, Blush, oh, pa'm, beneath the bow!” aad, like therbaseless'{abiric of a vision, leave pot.a rack behind ! ay “T'was thy lover smote thee so... * Covsix KATE ef Ghleage) = Oh, Cousin. Rufus, dor you think + - To walk upon the crowded street Were't not be thou couldst not". there'll be time-for Xs to get another bam-sandwich?” ae He said was his fond wish, . Ee He did not care for 7 know } fi nerf i R He'd caught a stri One so perfect bliss. it: ‘ Y i \ LESSON IN THRIFT. T hone that And end by nefariously extracting two dollars and thirty-seven cents a ill cultivate the habit of saving. Your papa will begin’ month afterward, in ten cents for you,” comicbooks.com