Judge — June 6, 1896 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Tht MAN | oroens LEME RNAOL 1S TAKIN CRANCES . A BAD RECOIL, Deap-pror Dick (apropos of the impromptu duel)—"* Wot a fergitful coyote 1 am! standin’ bet vated ‘im an’ lost my bet."” HER VERY FIRST. HE. senatrix from Wyoming” had just sat down amid the applause of the chamber and the galleries. , “That was her first effort, I be- lieve?” said the senatrix from Kansas to the senatrix from Missouri. “Yes; her bachelor speech.” AN ADDITIONAL IN- CENTIVE, T WAS during a concert in Cripple Creek. + What's the name of the piece the uy is‘singin’ now?" asked one miner. “What will be my angel name?"” “ Pardner,” said the questioner as he placed his hand on his seven-shoot- er,""as he seems to be rale anxious to find out, let’s help him a trifle.” T've got a Alkerli Ike thet Cayuse Cal wouldn't die wi’ his boots on, an’ here /'ve gone an’ sali- NOT A CHOICE BIRD. Mrs. MATARALLA (in @ rage)—"* Didn't L tell you never to bring one of that sort home again? They run alll to legs that can't be cooked tea- der.” AN ARBITRATOR. Wot's a board uy arbitration >” Parsy—"* Well, ef me mudder smells dis cigarette on me it'll be a shingle. board.” 385 A NATION’S ALTARS. ‘THESE are a nation’s altars, where these graves Spread o'er the land one wide funereal pyre Whereon is lit the sacrificial fire, A blaze of blossoms kindles for these braves— A race of freemen never to be slaves— And as the fragrant incense rises higher A soldier's heart reaps honor's sweet desire, Thy priests kneel where our country's banner waves ‘And lay an olive-branch with moistened eye. Foeman meets foeman with fraterni Our martyred Lincoln taught them to forgive. Thus swells a nation’s homage to the sky, For patriots’ sons shall ever patriots be— Columbia's heroes die that she may live. MARY C. TRARCIS, WOMAN FASHION. THEY evidently loved each other, for they called each other dear and were most affectionate in manner; and the one with the picture hat remarked, after they were seated in the car, that it seemed an age since they had taken an outing together, and the one with the orchid in her button-hole said, “Yes, indeed! All of five weeks!" and when the conductor. came around each paid her own car- COULDN'T SHOCK HER. HE an old negress in Charlot ville who comes in to nurse, and who feels well acquainted with all the families wherein she ministers. She was one day rubbing Mrs, Carter's “rheu- matic arm when Mr. Carter forgot her presence and began to make his toilet. He took off his coat, then his waistcoat, and then became’ conscious that the negress was in. the room, so. stopped abashed, Aunty looked at him in a tolerant, maternal way and said in her meliow voice, “Goright along, Mr. Carter ; doan’ yo’ mind me. . I's an old soldier.” WE SHOULD not need to realize our ideals if we could idealize our reals, COMPLIMENTARY. **Did you tell Miss Mobile that you considered me a liar?” “No, sir’ no, sir. re cated instances where you had told the truth. Ttold her that there were many well-authenti-