Judge — July 18, 1896 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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42 LAMENT ON THE DOG ORDINANCE. LAS! vhas hommen pooty kvick dose dog-days, So called pycause she vhas unhealdy for dogs, Undt effery dog peen muzzled on his nose Oder got his owner's name aroundt his neck. Py golly! goes dwice aroundt undt tie A pow-knot in—Owgoost Von- bifferspangerling ; jt uf dot dog catch his pefore C foot in ut ¢ himselluf to deadt. Can such a dings Come dis coontry inside? For fooftz'g cent Dot fellows shase my dog undt shlouch him mit Undi oe Undt carry him der custom-house Say, Is dot some freedoms? I baed you it aindt. Vor's der use? Since dot Raines bill killed free lunch Bolognas ain't vort forty cents a yard Unde canned shickens fall outside der breastworks, Dogs vhas gittia’ scarce. Dhem trolloy-cars shoost Cut a dog in two undt sheatter all his vorks. It's besser dot you let oop on dhem dogs. UE Bismarck—dot’s my dog—should come hime deadt Mine frau undt shildrens vould cry inside out All deir eyes mit grief. Gife de dog a shance. JACK’S HEAVEN. URPLE lilacs brushed against the window-pane. The hawthorn snowed little perfumed flakes upon the gtass. A bee. vice-chancellor of the realm of Beedom, buzzing pompously into the house, in full court costume of black and gold, created a short reign of terror as he made pur- poseless darts toward the occupants of the room before winging his way again through the open doorway. ‘The purpling clover in the field strove with the rosemary plant beneath the window for supremacy of fragrance, Voices of children came from where the lawn- mower, waging its morning battle upon the up- rising grass, scattered the slender forms of the vanquished hither and thither upon the bosom of mother earth, The pale woman in the chair by the table rose suddenly and, walking to the window, MONEY HY looked with eager eyes toward the spot whence came the sound of voices. “Wh in her voice. “Having a good time, I fancy,” answered are they doing, I wonder?” she said at last, a note of anxiety her companion in those brwally cheerful tones with which relatives are wont to calm the fears of the parent, HISTORY KEPE TS HER: In the dark ages men were often broken upon the wheel — Now that the anti-big-hat bill has failed to pass the house, we sugyest the above plan for the building of a new opera-house. SPD A SECTIONAL. VIEW. “Tam so anxious about Jack lately," said the mother apologetically— “since I have begun to speak of religious matters to him. The child seems to take an abnormal interest in the future life—and in heaven—and some- times a prophetic chill comes over me when I see him so deeply interested. I feel" “As though he were too good to live. You are a goose. Hush-sh! here he comes.” A clarion voice which would have put to shame the youth of Excelsioric fame rang through the house, calling “ Tow-ser, Tow-ser.” A quick but not noiseless step came through the hall. A small boy entered the room and sunk warm and exhausted upon the nearest chair, the brown little head turning sideways against the back of it. Heavy lids drooped low over dreamy eyes; a flush lingered on his delicately tinted skin; his lips, fresh and dewy with the recent freshness and dewiness of babyhood, were slightly parted. He was in a’brown study. The little face looked almost angelic. A smile rippled over his lips and eyes, disclosing the many vacancies in the row of pearls which erstwhile adorned his mouth. He broke the silence, When are we going to heaven ?” THe BARREL, “Ob, Jack, don’t talk like that! you make me so nervous,” said the Z pale woman, half frantic. “Well, I want to go thoon.” “Why ?” queried the matter-of- fact woman curiously. “Becauthe I want to have my wingth tho I can chathe thothe blamed rabbith and catth them evelly time.” A gleam of anticipation lighted the dark depths of the speaker's eye. He was picturing a future of delights too varied and novel for grown-up conception, and seemed to hear the rustle of his own wings as he flapped in pursuit of the rabbits. The matter - of - fact woman laughed so loudly that the bird in the lilac- bush flew out of her nest to the top of the tallest larch, and the tall father, who had heard it all un perceived, stooping to kiss the troubled little mother, quoted merrily, “* The thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.” ” GRORGINA P. NEWHALL. SELF. —and they are in these times, for that matter. comicbooks.com