Judge — January 4, 1896 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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THE OTHER FELLOW. "KE going sleighing to-morrow night.” Bright were her eyes as the stars are bright, And I wondered, envious, who might be ‘The happy component part of we. I didn’t ask, for I didn't dare, Tiut I promptly hated him, then and there. * We're going sleighing, or rather, Joe (Jot was her brother) asked me to go, But he can’t get away and he says if—you Would drive me he'd like it, and—I would too ! We needn't get home till half-past-ten.” Oh, where was the fellow L hated, then? ss. s. A CULTIVATED TASTE. Miss Gotpust (engaged to Russian count) joodness me, Reginald ! what are you crying about?” KkGINALD—" Hhoo-hoo-hoo—while you were out of the room just now aptovolskie- wolskie hoo-hoo ENGLISH AS SHE Mrs de Family you out in the other da Mrs, de Snide the cantelope top. my health, Mrs. de Snide.” I'm so seldomly well, you know,” te six of the candles off of the Christmas - tree — boo- IS SPOKE, ‘That was quite a pretty trap 1 saw Yes; that's my new phantom with I just drug myself out to go riding for EE! [ wish’t I was a rock, Yonder on the hill, Doin’ nothin’ all day long, On'y settin’ still ; Jest soliloquizin’ like, For a century, On the ups and downs of life. Chumps these mortals be ! Human bein’s work an’ toil, Fuss, and fume and fret, Then they die; but thar's th’ rock, Jest th” same, you bet. Rocks don’t have no discontent ; They don’t notice things I am. A FLATTERER Mr. SorrLy (despairingh))—"* But do you not think you could learn to love me?” Miss BeiGutLy—" Oh, dear me, Mr. Softly! what a prodigious student you must think | JAKE Pom eH Which would make ‘em, like mankind, Full of sufferings ; That's th’ kind 0° job / like! Work like ¢hat is fon! ‘Trampin’ 's all right—in its way— Still, I'd rether be Like a rock thar—in a trance— Restin’ constantly. Lazy? Me? Well, /do' know! I'm too strong to work ! Like a rock, 1 seldom move — Hurts me jest to shirk. "F T could have my way on earth T'd be like a rock ; Wouldn't eat, nor sleep, nor stir— Wouldn't walk—nor talk ; Wouldn't even dream—or breathe— Darned ef I would wash / T'd jest lay still a thousand years An! rest myself, b’gosh ! Jon ese, WHEN LITTLE JONES SKATED WITH MISS TOPWATE. The * outer edge” went beautifully on one foot Jj l wi ‘but not so well —on the other. comicbooks.coim