Judge — November 30, 1895 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Woot BALL NOTES: ” ° Goon THiNG Push iT ALONG, A MISCONSTRUCTION. © DOES your wife put thyme in dressing?” Queried Marjorum of Sage. “Well, she does ; you're safe in guessing— From an hour to an age. Last night, sir, while she was making Ready for a little call I caught forty winks and, waking, Read the paper, ads and all. Wrote a letter—two—and then I When [ Kolled the seventh cigarette She was far from reaching yet The first stage of * prepossessing ‘— Does my wife put time in dressing 7* RDWAND W, HARNARD, SEARCH FOR FACTS. Philanthropic old gentleman— How in the world did you ever fall to this state?" Seedy individual~e \ am a reporter, sir, and I've got an assignment to write an article on the evil effects of drink.” CONSOLATION IN MIS- FORTUNE. Wandering Willie— Well, pard. dis is wot I call tuff. Arter all de trouble uv breakin’ inter de hen-house, an’ jes’ as we wuz goin’ ter grab de biggest turk uv de lot, we gits nabbed.” Weary Raggles—* Cheer up, ol’ boy; we're sure uv turkey any way. Dey allus gives a reg’lar T’anksgivin’ spread on de island.” Took a turn at smoking. To the infinite disgust of the small boy, Hop Sing was cutting quite a figure until—. 1 LOVE YOU, JACK, [NTO the garden went dark-eyed Kate. ‘The night was sweet and the hour was late, The dew was pearled on poppy and rose And every flower that buds and blows. She paused where the shade was soft and deep, And the claver:leaves had gone to sleep. Now whd will believe that she whispered low, " Tlove you, Jack; I lote'you so?” The night-hawk-knelt on the:silent air ‘Vo breathe his bhe'sweet note of prayer ; The moon came over the distant hill, And the stars all twinkled “Hush! Ke stile’ 4 ‘The roses lifted their sleepy heads Opt of their pale-green satitr beds, ‘Yo shear her whisper soft and low, ST love you, Jack; I love you so!” ‘The hour was late-‘and the grass was wet, “Yet still she lingeted—shy coquette !— “TO ' press her lips to crimson lips, And thrill-with joy-to her finger-tips ; +? But you will forgive her, as did I ZS TIME IS MONEY—ESPECIALLY AT CHRISTMAS, Cuusaue (of Bleecker street) —"* Wot's dis | hear "bout yer joinin’ a Sunday-school class, Slobsy 2" Stony (of Baxter street)—" Dat's all right. mus is a-comii Cunaatie, See? Chris’ See?" Yes; an’ wile yer wastin’ yer good time in-a church waitin’ fer'a candy-cane yer might be makin’ two dollars in cold cash sobbin' on a street-corner.” A BLOOMER MAN'S MISCUE, —his queue got caught in the running gear (to his aren infinite disgust) — When_I heard’her softly. tenderly sigh, “*T love you! oh-T'love:you'so, My dear, réd,.beautiful:Jack-minot !” ELLA Wicamnson. YOU will know a great deal‘about a man when you breakfast with him a few times, — cutting this sorry figure, to the uproarious de- light of the aforesaid juvenile.