Judge — November 2, 1895 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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286 Suapge GREAT SUCCESS OF THE CHAMPIONSHIP GAMES AND FLAT FAILURE OF THE BALLOON- IN EXTREMIS. AS! ION, ER countenance was set and drawn As if in fearful, racking pain ; Tears slowly trickled from her eyes To evidence her mental strain ; Her breath came gasping from her lips, Her agony would not be eased ; ashe struggled—clutched the empty air, And then—she sneezed. JENNIE D, Lockwood. A MISCONCEPTION. She —* Yes, this vase has been {in our family for generations, and Idates back to the revolution.” He —* So I heard, but I never heard it called by that name before.” She—*No? What did you He —"1 always understood Mr. Q (the Blackville heavy-hitter) janta’, (ree behiad, t'reé men ov: base) two Out an’ two tirlkeg ete wancone Of the schooners n. QuEEVES (the Blackville heavy-hitter)—"* Ninf innin’, tree behind, n tw oh Now ef de wind ‘Il only blow dat biloon ovah heah an’ 1 git a good bali I'll retriebe de loss ob de mawnin’ by a commanded by your great-grand- (swish !—erack |) — father.” BETWEEN THE LINES. READ her little letter over. Unstudied, courteous, friendly, wise— No hint of hope to waiting lover, No tender word to glad his eyes ; No vaguest sign nor indication Of even discreet and mild flirtation, Yet, oh, I kiss the scented missive As I would kiss her, could I hold her As I hold it—mute and submissive, And heart beats high and hope grows bolder. Her written words I skim, unheed- ing — “Tis what she doesn’t say I'm read- ing. MADELING S, nRIDGRS AN APPARITION. Sa. [ MET a timid maid yestreen 15 1 Who blushed a conscious red. . Together smote my knees with fear, T shook with inward dread. “A spook, a spook !" I cried aghast. No modern maid doth wear Such gentle mien—I crossed myself And breathed a silent prayer. With quaking limbs I turned and fled, Scarce knowing were I ‘live or dead, DELLE, HARRISON, —lion ob de houah !" FROM PIE TO PI. #4MY DEAR,” said Professor Cophagus at the table one day, “your pie is excellent. Give me another piece.” “Tam afraid, dear,” said Mrs. Cophagus timidly, “ that we are eating too much pie. I think it would be a good thing if we were to make custards and stewed fruit take the place of it.” “Tam aware,” returned the professor, lapsing into an attitude adopted on the lecture plat- form, “1am aware that there is a popular prejudice against the American article of diet called pie. This might be overcome by calling it a tart. Let us investigate and sce if it has any rational basis, Pie is but the fraction of a degree removed from short-cake, which is gener- ally accepted as a good, wholesome New England dish, being composed of a crust of flour and butter with fresh berries between, and a little sugar to modify the acidity of the fruit. If there is any doubt about short-cake, however, it may be said that the foundation of short-cake is identical with what we call biscuit (from the Latin, meaning twice cooked, or baked), biscuit differing from bread only in the fact of being raised with baking-powder instead of the yeast en ferment. And bread is the staff of life Please pass me another piece of pie.” ; ASMASHER, But in spite of the professor's lengthy reasoning, his condition next morning might be briefly described as pi Uncte Waysack — By gum, ef thet pooty gal didn’t look right at me an’ smile !" comicbooks.com