Judge — February 16, 1895 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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TO ROSE. WEET valentine, my valentine ! Presumption this, to call thee mine ; But no one knows, dear, dainty Rose, ‘That I, of all your hapless beaux, Dare write this in adoring rhyme, To you, my lovely valentine, So do not fear, oh, maid most dear, ‘That Harry, Tom or Jack will hear But let me say, just for to-day, That I'd your lightest word obey And humbly take my place in line, Ah, if T could, my valentine. I was afraid you were the maid To which my vagrant fancy strayed When first we met. Do you forget? Ah, Rose, I have that violet yet ! Bat none can know I've called thee mine, For I'm another's valentine. CHIPPED A PIECE OFF. Mamma (to Reggie, who has had a fall)—" Oh, my poor darling ! Did you hurt yourself very badly ?” But I don’t ca-a-a-re! My SURE CURE, Suz—"'T hear that Charlie Briggs has lost his sight and the physicians say he is incurable " He—* Rosh! All he has to do ig.to get. married and he'll have his eyes: opened,"¢ JUDGMENTS. A SINGED cat dreads the cold. It is a doubtful felicity, that of “‘reverencing.”* A great nature is always dignified and beyond the reach of ‘satire. As civilization advances Z man becomes irreligious. os Savages are all worshipers. Pe ee La aslmaneaee Ge “Jinks isa fery young man, isn't he?” . Nature may in her 'stupen- with his latest fame, and the old man, who doesnt A TOUGH CRITTER. dous forms; but no man approve of the match, came in and raised blazes and FARMER PILKENHAM (twho knots a tough steak when he sees ijQ— — < ae finally fired him after they had had a hot time of it, and “Say, mister; ef yer th’ boss o' this ranch I wish ye'd take my teeth Who must die and decompose poor Jinks'’s plans all went up in smoke.” raound th’ corner t’ th’ blacksmith’s an’ hev ‘em sharp-shod.” aS YOU MUSt. wapguNe onvis * Well, it’s a burning shame." GROVIE’S VALENTINE. Davip (the sweet singer)— **Good-morrow, ‘tis St. Valentine's day, All in the morning betime, And L at your window, O Grovie dear, To be your valentine. Tis I, your lover, so tried and true — Open your casement and hear me woo, And the dickey-birds singing ‘uckoo ! cuckoo !* ‘The dickey-birds singing * Cuckoo WENRY TYREE THE FORCE OF HABIT. Boy—" They want you up to Mrs. Jones's house in a hurry.” Doctor— What's the matter ?” Boy —" Mrs. Jones is dead.” #4 () give me back my youth,” hewrote, cic te Peet aes Be . OLp.cories MAN (secing shower coming)—"* Vell, : Well, here he is,” his wife broke in; id's only a leedle vays to der nexd town, but I'm gladt Gurus wine Dery “And spank him well for me.” Tain'd in your line.” Joe CONK. SPONGE-DEALER—“ Vhy?” HE HAD THE BEST OF IT. comicbooks.com