Judge — June 20, 1896 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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ent iW ! Salo y A PRODIGY. Hockneimer (enthusiastically)—"* Kervick, Rachel, or you'll miss der sight ohf your life !" Racue (Aastening)—"* Vat is id?” HockHeimex —""T shoost took oudt mein gold vatch to amoose der baby, und so helb me Moses ohf he ain'd reajching for mein testing-acid !" TWO FROM CRIPPLE CREEK. .: b A LAY OF A LAUGH. WELL-DRESSED, carefully - groomed investor ascends a steep hill to inspect a mine. The owner of the prospect is wind- lassing a bucket of ore when the stranger heaves in sight. “ What are you looking for?" queries in loud voice the miner. “Options, sir,” replies the gentleman. “Options be hanged!" shouts the miner. “ Produce your wad or get off the dump.” It was in a mining camp and the inbab- itants were a thrifty people. A great many urchins were loitering about the street, and intermingled with them were a few jackasses. The jacks had a forlorn expression, and to sate my curiosity I questioned a passer-by about the cause of their dejection, “You all seem to be kind to these little burros ?” "Yes, indeed ; they are our pets.” “Are they ever maltreated ?” “Oh, no! we all love them.” “Well, how is it they look so sad?" “T'lltell you, stranger; they are grieving “cause of the demonetization of silver.” NOTHING AGAINST HIM, Weary WILLIE—"* W'y do you t'ink ole Raggles ain't one of us?” FLowery Fieips —"* 'Canse he always tells de truth.’ ERE Lam, perched at my open casement, Enjoying the laugh of some unseen miss, ‘That comes rippling up from a room in the basement ‘Just below this. Morning. noon and night I can hear her Babbling away with her chatter and chaff, And it seems as if all creation near her Was just one laugh. Picture her ! Isn't her face just made for it? Crinkled and curved for the laughing fit. Could she be solemn, do you think, if paid for it? Devil a bit! I can fancy the dimples her cheeks imprinting, ‘And see the mouth.corners upward run T can catch her eyes with the frolic glinting— Brimful of fun. She must be pretty to laugh so prettily— Such a laugh couldn't belong to a frump! Humorous, too, to see things wittily— Probably plump * There—now she's off again! Peal upon peal of it! Clear as a carillon, soft as a bell! Why, it’s infectious !” I'm catching the feel of it! Chuckling as well ! What—was [ dreaming? That musical melody ‘Trips up the scale arpeggio! So like—a voice that was hushed—ah ! well-a-day— Long, long ago! Heigh-ho! To think of what little straws tickle us ! Just a girl's laugh—and my laughing one lies Silent, and [—well now this is ridiculous— ears in my eyes! GHONGE WEWELL LovRjoY. Weary WitLiz—" Oh, shucks! dat's nutt'n against him ; he tells de truth ‘cause he’s too lazy to t'ink up lies—dat’s all.” : . | comicbooks.com |