Judge — April 11, 1896 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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244 uae AN EASTER EPISODE. EARTH’S EASTER. HAT miracle is this? The earth, Long lost to life, has felt the breath Of spring's first hope—a vital thrill That wins her back from icy death, And something stirs her frozen heart— ‘A touch of warmth, a hint of cheer— The promise of an Easter dawn And resurrection of the year. MKS. GEORGE ARCHIBALD. THE GREEN FROG. Pat (admiringly amazed )—"* Well, will yez moind th’ bouldniss av thot little blaggard! Be hivins! Oi belave thot he knows thot th’ color av his shkin is a badge av safety wid an Oirishmon.” MARJORIE’S METHOD FOR EASTER-EGGS. *¢ GANDER. your hens are brown. Will their special Easter- eggs be brown too?” asked Marjorie last Easter-tide. * Of course,” chuckled grandpa. “Don’t seem to care much for brown,” said the child as she eyed the tame cochins in the barn, “That carpet-rag dye of grandma's,” nodding her head toward several pails of coloring- fluid, * would dye through anything, wouldn't it, gander?” "Yes, guess ‘twould,” laughed grandpa. Grandma called upon a neighbor that afternoon, Return- ing, Marjorie met her on the road, a rainbow of color, shouting gleefully, “I've made it all right ‘bout our Easter-eggs, grandma. They'll be all colors EASTER SONG. ‘cept brown. The hens kicked awful when 1 ducked ‘em, ‘cause the dye got on ASTER follows Lent, Easter follows Lent. their feet; but it's all Days of prayer and fasting; Hark! the bells are ringing, struck in by this time, ! Heart and spirit bent Fragrant incense spent, guess.” Are not alway lasting. Men and children singing ; “IT reckon it has,” Lift thy head, O lily, Purple-white the altar, groaned grandma as a Sing thy song, O bird, Purple-white the wreath, string of dye-bedraggled, Long in shrift and penance, Alway resurrection terror-stricken hens shot Unseen and unheard, Cometh after death. past her down the roads SUZADETH ADAMS-TURNER, BICYCLE PUNISHED. HIS REASON Miss Wurrill— Hattie Scorcher run on a tack yesterday.” Vestryman— Joblots Miss Wiel —" Well, from what 1 know of her temper, I left the Catholic church suppose she kicked her wheel then, didn’t she?” to attend the Episcopal, Miss Wurrill—" No; just blew it up.” and now heis going back Rector—" What for?” Vestryman—"He says he doesn’t believe in robbing Peter to pay Paul.” TO A HEN. TIS plain to see that you were sent To suit both saint and feaster ; For while they eat your eggs in Lent They paint the shells at Easter. WAYS OF ART. Alkali Ike —" Steal- ing horses is an art in Arizona.” Van Eastern—" You SON WASN'T IN IT. don't get your living by who war de stronges' man in de its do you? Alkali Tke—" Oh, we oe Jonah, sah." ‘i Soll datsiltic? have to scoop up a chick- *Wha’ makes yo" fink dat, chile?” . Kase when de whale had ‘im down he couldn't" DOM and then as a pot- ier. PROMPT OBEDIENCE. * Why, Bridget ! what are you doing ?” —" Didn't yez tell me t’ pull th’ shades down, mum ?* comicbooks.com