Judge — February 8, 1896 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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Copyright by B. J. Fath. JUDGE'S FAVORITES. OLGA NETHERSOLE. The magic of emotion cannot die So long as eyes like yours its meaning render+ And genius hears its immortality Vibrating in your accents true and tender. Oh, mystery of art! we can’t define it, But, spellbound in your presence, we divine it. PIES AND PILLS, THE following advertise- ment in a Boston news- paper sets forth the advan- tages of a winter-resort hotel: THE DOMESTIC HOUSE. Home comforts. Home- made pies and cakes and an experienced physician con- stantly in attendance. ‘The intimate connection between the eatables and the physician is so obvious that the attention of invalid guests need hardly be called to it. N TELLING of a visit to a church which has stain- ed-glass windows little Edith says, “And, papa, they have at pictures on the windows of — queens and jacks and kings, and I think the pictures must have been tooked in the bad Tramp—"* Jemini! but it's cold, =~ Well, say! ~~ NOTHING AFOOT. I stood in the hall at midnight, ‘And the clock was striking the hour, And her pa slid down the balustrade ‘And kicked with all his power. A DELICATE INSINUATION. Mrs. Pesterp—"* Well, what is it?" Huncry Hickey—" Wotever you say, kind lady. It's leap-year.”” A TEMPERANCE WARNING. Mr. Tomdik—" The newspaper has an account of a man who was eating candy. “a He tried to swallow a gum- drop, but it stuck in his throat and choked him to death.” Mrs. Tomdik—" That is a warning against intemper- Mr. Tomdii you make that out?” Mrs. Tomdik—" The man evidently took a drop too much.” LOCATED. Teacher— Pietro, do you know where Carlo Tessa lives?" Pietro—*Si, si! Liva ‘crossa streeta from a pop- corna wagon.” A REMARKABLE RECORD. Kilduff — Glanders is a singularly conscientious man.” Mullins—“Ah?" Kilduff —" He was never known to lie, even about his thermometer.” Oh, little I recked her parent's boots ‘Were filled so full of feet ! T went on the ‘spur of the moment And landed in the street. BEARABLE, an me widout an overcoat. — wot's de matter: — wid dis?” comichooks.com