Judge — August 31, 1895 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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138 THE WATERMELON ’S HERE, SING not of julep oF frappé ; Speak not of vulgar beer" Sit down, you summer-singed blasé + The watermelon 's here! Its mellow succulence is sweet With perfumed sun and thyme ; Its polished seeds lie feet to feet In perfect color-rhyme Vo stab it were a grievous sin, Yet show no fear or doubt, Tut tuck a napkin ‘neath your chin And scoop the red heart out. Pause now an instant ere you eat, To tease expectancy ; Think hard of throbbing, tropic heat, And chortle in your glee Then, pulpy, frosty, crisp—a mass Of bliss without alloy— Send sizzing down that dusty pass, And squelch your soul with joy. a drink fer oursel s, let alone bal Tiixsty THROCKMORTON ef I had as good a front as First Tovcit srort—" Nah ! we ain't got de price uv up a lush! Dat's all rite, fellers, but ¢ I'd drink on de new bouncer dat Casey's got.” (Exit tough individuals to Casey's.) kid's health?” FANDDOATES IT'S COMING. ror ks HENPECK A campaign parade of the ‘new woman " on the eve of a great political battle. GRAVE DILEMMA. Old lady (during the hard times)—* We'll have to trust Providence for something to eat, but 1 don’t know what in the world we are going to do for something to wear.” pound wan at thot. Casey—" New ‘bouncer,’ is it? Troth, yis; an’a tin. Phwat ‘Il yez hov on yessilves t° th’ TWINS. ‘4 GANDER, where do you s'pose twins come from?" asked Marjorie during her visit in the country. “From under cabbages, I guess,” answered grandpa care- lessly, ashe busily set out along row of young cabbages beside the garden path, Some tim the morning, ter, at five in arjorie was found kneeling in her night dress in the path, industriously pulling out the very last of grand- pa's young cabbages; Bounce at her side, regarding uneasily his tiny mistress and the row of uprooted greens. At a cry of protest from grandpa Marjorie answered sweetly, “Don't upset yourself, gan- der; I'll plant ‘em again. Me and Bounce are hunting for twins, and we want ‘em all girl A DELICATE silence is the strongest protest that can be offered. LITTLE MARY’S RIDDLE. HAT is that which has a head like a cat, a tail like a cat, fur like a cat, and yet it’s a kitten? A REMARKABLE CASE OF The amateur photographer — | “LOOK PLEASANT, PLEASE * —and the Sphinx, comicbooks.com