Judge — June 13, 1896 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Mrs. dren Ds uae Rin A DIRGE OF THE SEA. What New Yo Rough was his form and cracked his hands, body, at His voice was cracked as well, . is Though rude his style ‘mid city life S , ese and for noK Ile seemed an ocean swell, * Come buy my clams,” he ever cried, "The best you ever saw.” This clammer called and called, but still This clamor did not draw. ** Shell out, shell out,” he still would call With many a prolonged yell ; But none seemed on the shell at all, Nor yet on the half-shell. His boat seemed built to skim the waves And like the wind to go, And yet would seldom reach the goal Lecause his sales were slow. [ SANV the old man on the beach Methought ‘twas sad to see his locks Beside the ocean's roar ; By time and trouble thinned, His circumstances and his boat And he becalmed in life because Were somewhat run ashore. He could not raise the wind, I read the sign above his head, And oft I dream of that old man So simple in its way, And wonder with a smile And found that he was new to trade ; If other merchants count it gain ‘This was his opening day. When they have lost their pile. Ar. wou CREDIT TO THE WRONG SHOOTER. NONE OF HIS BUSINESS. cee a Conpuctor — “* How old are you, my little girl?” OVERNOR FLOWER went down to Creedmoor one day to see the boys shoot. He was Liviss isis 1f the compucy Gosay’ ohjee: (1d persuaded to try his own skill as a marksman, and aimed at the distant target. There was Prefer to pay full fare and retain my own statistics.” a commotion in the gravel fifty yards away, but “ bull’s-eye!* was called. The governor tried again, and again the flying gravel in the foreground and the cry of “bull’s-eye!" in the distance. THE CURVES OF UNION SQUARE. After a few such successes the governor handed the rifle to a young lady and she fired with the $+ HOLD fast 1" he cried, the man who serves same result, whereupon some one was heard calling to the man who examines the target, As the knight of the holy rail ; “What's the matter with you? The governor ain't firing now !” And the passengers gripped their trembling nerves, And the kerosene lamps turned pale. SOME PROVERBS MODERNIZED. For the laborer sat on a maiden fair, ; Nor caused a single stare ; A PATIENT waiter is uo refuser of tips. Full well they struggled not to swear While there is life there is work, In the curves on Union square. Any umbrella in a storm. Spoon while the soup is hot. > * Hold fast ! hold fast !* for now she swerves A bud in the button-hole is worth two in ) ___ Like a ship in a stormy gale, ihe bush “* Step forward, please ; no one reserves When too much beer comes in at the door \ A'srap on this holy rail . \ Ah ! see the swell so debonair the glass goes out of the windo: Wi oi aecchie A soft answer turneth away talk. ; i He shared the fate of the loving pair You will never miss the well until the water runs dry. Of tepeula chose neither Alas and alack, those unholy curves ! And the joy of the knight of the rail ! Oh, if the man who built them might serve A hundred years in a jail! Old and young and maiden fair, And the man who beats his fare, Go down alike with the millionaire In the curves on Union square. MARY C. PHAR, In the curves on Union square, HE capacity for enjoyment is also the capac- 1 EXTRACT FROM SOCIE’ ity for suffering. “And as Percy gazed his spi RAISING THE DUST. eye ‘an you sweep without raising the dust 2” EXTRACT FROM SOCIETY NOVEL. Arritcant — “* Well, 1 shouldn't car o pliged to ask fer me “ A : wed ell, I shouldn't care 10 work in a place where I felt obliged to ask fer me pa ie he Jones slipped on his gloves and left comicbooks.com