Judge — November 3, 1894 — page 10: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

. THAT TIRED FEELING. Brake. O'Day —"* Wot's dese pneumatic tires we hear so much about nowadays ?” Dewey Eave—''I don’t know ; but if it’s any- ting new in de tired line it’s fanny it hasn't — ALL SAINTS’ DAY. Tt summer's dead! The ways are drear With russet leaves. Afar from here The robin wings with breast of flame. A friend was ours when summer came Whose passing left the heart-strings sear. What if refracted through a tear Seems the horizon dull and blear ? Fresh leaves shall bud, though these proclaim The summer 's dead, And parent birds new broods shall rear. Perhaps another friend as dear Shall be to us—alike in name But to our hearts, ah ! not the same, ‘The promise of a coming year— ‘The summer 's dead ! “Come on, short." uncle; we're a man “Hit bit stop it! This must not continue.” “Allright, boy T'll show you what a hal back should be.” “Well, really, I do be- lieve they think I’m the ball !" JUDGE WORKING HIS END OF IT. JOHNNY was a page in the legislature of Pennsylvania; his father represented one of the rural districts of the state. The boy was brushing his teeth with a nail- brush, one morning, when Miss Jones, a boarder in the house where Johnny and his father were, spied him. “That's not for your teeth,” she exclaimed. “Why do you not use the other end of the brush ?” With his mouth full of soap-bubbles, and soap-bubbles running down the ivory handle of the brush he held in his hand, the boy inno- cently replied, “That end is pop’s !” 2. THAT TIRED FEELING —struck us,” UNCLE TOOTL! “* Now for the goal!” “Phew! Time!" LAST FOOT-BALL MATCH. THE BOSTON BABY AGAIN. BRrowNING Bean, JR.—"‘Although I have de- posited the required coin in the aperture designated by the extremely lucid and pithy directions and drawn the handle to its linear extent, yet 1 am not recompensed by even the vestige of a sweetmeat For once the law of compensation is lacking ex- pression.” ANSWERS TO THE AUTUMN POET. SOTHE sky is changed." It must be, yes. **And sere leaves fall." They can’t do less. “The ripened corn is stacked "—Of course— ** And fruit to market gone.” Terforce. “The scented hay is mown,” It is. “And days grow short.” We've noticed this. “The bracing air is keen." Oh, true! “+ And sportsmen take the field"—They do— “* While wild ducks flutter.” Out of sight ! “And smoke from sedge-fire floats.” That's right. Sweet singing birds are mute.” Agreed. And chestnuts rain.” Oh, yes ; indeed ! Majestic autumn broods.” That's so. Now tell us something we don’t know! MADRLINE 5. BRIDGKS. NEW AND APPROPRIATE, Bobby —* Pa, what do they mean by the dream city ?” Fa—" Philadelphia, Bobby.” “Hullo! Who “Oh, I say! You boys ed me?” are getting too rough !” ** Where are those boys 7” comichooks:com mover difure shape wome York Mr dren *