Judge — June 6, 1896 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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THE DIFFERENT WALKS, —gets on to Broadway — meleon starts down Fifth avenue— hago A JUSTIFICATION. man to the visitor from St. Louis. think the word widow alone is sufficient.” “Well, replied the Missourian. “Indeed?” that we often have widow girls on our hands.” HOW THE FIGHT STARTED. Clancey (telling bis war 7 experiences) —"''Tis will Oi rimimber th’ noight befoor Vicksbur-rg was took. Oi lay in a thrinch wid har-rdly arag on me back, wit t' th’ shkin, whin Oi hear-rd wan av our b’ys tillin’ another thot we'd made siviril breaches in th’ inthrinchmints "— Dugan—"An Oi sup- pose ye pulled on a pair av thim, an’ was warmer afther thot ?” Clancey—"'A pair av phwat, mon?” Dugan —" Av th’ breeches, av coors WHAT IT’S GOOD FOR. Cora— Do you ever use the soap you find in summer hotels?” Merritt —"Yes; to grease the window-frames with.” WE, STOOD in the orchard, that morning in May, While the bugles they called him and called him away. So handsome he looked, with his sword by his side, That I laughed through my tears in my pleasure and pride. “Oh, sweetest, I love you, I love you !” he said. “Soon the war will be over, and then we will wed.” But I stifled a sob and he smothered a groan When he followed the bugles and left me alone. ‘The orchards were bare and the meadows were brown, When the soldiers returned to the grief-stricken town. ‘There was weeping and wailing. I gave it no heed, For all that I saw was a riderless steed— ‘The steed of the captain! Oh, never again Would I watch for his coming in sunlight or rain. To his ears, where he slept on the battle-strewn hill, ‘The notes of the bugles forever were still. SOMETHING, Olive—" V'd rath- er spend the winter here than the sum- mer.” Violet—"1 don't see how you can say such a thing.” Olive—"Why, then we could at least have a snow man.” A CASE OF HEREDITY. Smith—"Old Dr. Pilis’s son is making ducks and drakes out of the fortune that his father left him, so I hear.” Jones—* Well, what else could you expect? The old man was a quack. Mrs, O'Toou #6] NOTICE that you always speak of ‘widow women,’ Mr. Blossom,” said the New York + Now here we 's not explicit enough in my state,” “No, sah. The women marry so young there 383 REWARD OF MERIT. nd-how, James, was hosiery made in former days?” eyes Master Flip, do you know ?" Masrer Fuirr—" Ni THE CAPTAIN. (Us sent to the head.) My tresses are silver where once they were gold. But the love of my girlhood has never grown cold. Once a year, for his sake, on Memorial day ‘A wreath on the grave of a soldier I lay. T have nothing to comfort my days as they close Save a lock of his hair and a brown withered rose ; But when unto the land of the leal I depart The ringlet and rose will be pressed to my heart, And I pray that afar on the field of the dead, Where the green groweth deep o'er the gold of his head, The robins may come in the dawn and the dew And sing to the slumberer gallant and true ; And I hope that the south winds may sigh as they pass Like a woman's light step through the rank battle-grass, And the earliest sunbeams may open, I trust, Just one little violet over his dust. MINNA IRVING. —and passes down the Bowery. wasn’t he?” uk at thot, now! Shure, Oi musht hov wan av thim whirleygigs. If Mary Daily kin shport a rig loike thot thin Oi kin.” comicbooks.com