Judge — November 17, 1894 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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34 THE SELFISH WRETCH. A GENTLEMAN gave his mother-in-law a black- silk dress. An intimate friend said, “ You have had a pres- ent of a new black silk from John, I hear.” The old lady said, “John Sammons is a self- ish creatur’; he knows what he is about. He knows ‘it is more blessed to give than to receive,’ and is after the blessing.” THEIR PREFERENCE. Sunday-school teacher—""\ suppose you pray for your daily bread every day at home, don’t you, Emmie?” Emmie—* Oh, yes, for we like it fresh.” STRAINED RELATIONS. TWO MONTHS LATER. EXTRACT {rom Claribe''s “ Essay on Woman,” read at the commencement in June: “Woman is no longer a mere dependent on man. She is an independent being with aspirations and aims, and labor of her own. She has resources of the heart and mind that are all-sufficient, without appealing to the affection or the intellect of man. Under the changed condition of things, evolved from advanced civilization, woman need not look to love and marriage as the purpose and end of her existence. She can, if she be so disposed, live out her life apart from man, enjoying intellectual sweets and despising the twaddle of lovers. “To-day a woman can go forth into the world, meet men on their own battle-ground, push them aside if necessary, and fight her way to wealth. She no longer has to pick up the crumbs from the masculine table, Nearly every profession and every avenue of trade is open to her, and with a stout heart and a deter- mined mind she can go onward and upward, depending on no man for success and happiness.” Extract from a letter of Claribel’s, written two months later : ; : “Yes, Edwin, I do love you. You should never, never, never doubt me again. My whole being, it seems to me, is absorbed in you. I have no life without you. I feel that I am a part of you; that I draw my life from you and that without you I do not exist. My every action—nay, my every thought—is guided by what I know to be your views. I am getting to like everything you like and to dislike everything you dislike. When Thear a subject discussed I do not form an opinion until I hear what you think of it; then I think just the same, I really believe 1 am losing my existence as a separate human being. Now, naughty boy, will you ever cherish any doubts about me again? Doubts? It is funny just to think of your having doubts, You might as well doubt yourself, for I am a part of you. Don't you see now how silly you were? Come to me to-morrow night. I cannot live longer without seeing you.” wet. moxpox z THE STAR BOWLER IN OUR ALLEY, After the German. comicbooks.com