Judge — December 8, 1894 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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Dear sir—In answer to your adver tisement for a typewriter in yesterday's paper I beg to apply for . Tam twenty years old; have use: iter for two years; before then I Yours respec The golden grains forgotten. Come, maid Memory, Speed abroad and Alll the scattered grains of bri Love let fall along the highway. Take the by-ways Love has traversed ; Glean me every glance and gesture, Every tremulous tone of pleading, Every note of joy triumphant, For my hungry heart to feed on. Come, Memory, reminiscent maid, Glean me in sunshine and in shade The grains Love left forgotten. AATHRINE GxORJRAN. A MEAN TRICK. Mrs. Gayboy—" 1 think I'll give my husband a bottle of hair-restorer for Christmas.”" So you want him to isn’t that, I just want to keep him from going to see the skirt-dancers every night. A THOUGHTLESS m I the first man you ever loved Geerge! you forget Z. calls, 11°*—— THE POET AT CHRISTMAS. Ss vas not so when I was fi What could I do but si With empty pocket ? Ah, could she know the poet's woes, Who sings in verse but lives in prose, She'd choose some cheaper things than those RS JAY O'CONNELL, THE BEST PRESENT YET. Mrs. Quatller—" What exe pect for Christmas Airs. Railler—" Sioux City judge 1d my decree of divorce about INSULT TO INJURY. Mrs, Brown—' is on account of the hard times, Jol hat we have so lit Christma Little Joknnie—"\n that case, ma, you keeping the pantry locked up.’ comicbooks.com