Judge — August 8, 1896 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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THE WOMAN’S AGE. SOTTHIS is the woman's age!” all cry. She leads in letters, dra- ma, art; And lovely woman, soaring high, Wins plaudits from each honest heart. Sweet creatures, may you higher go And blazon coming his- tory's page. We men rejoice for once to know What oft we asked—a woman's age. FROM HER POINT OF VIEW. BOTH were very young. They stood gazing into a store-window, ad- miring the pretty frocks that children so love, and turning to look at the ragged figure beside her Marjorie said compas- sionately, “ Little girl, poor little girl! are those your bestus clothes?” the other responded with a solemn shake of her head; “my bestus clothes is wored out.” HIS SECOND CHILD- HOOD. S6CH. VES.” ran on Mrs. Millwheel; “ grandfather was very old when he died, and so childish! We had to care for him like a babe, until he was finally carried off by cholera in- fantum,” A FRIEND IN NEED. T" $ My good old ulster through, And now it looks as though ‘twould be Tn soak all summer too. A SUFFICIENT REASON, Dr. Paresis—"\ think a European trip would benefit that patient of yours.” Dr. Kallowmell—"\ know it would Dr. Paresis—" Why don't you recommend it? Are you afraid he can't afford it?” Dr. Kallowmell — That's not it, I'm afraid / can't af- ford it.” storms of winter often wet * Any old clothes to sell ?" “Get out! No.” gent.” T# CHANGED CIRCUMSTANCES. * Get out, hey? I'll teach yer ter insult an honest HARD TO SATISFY. Davcuter (in tears}—* Oh, papa! why did you throw Reggy down the front steps?” FATHER—" Why, you didn't think I was going to throw him up the front steps and into the house again, did you? You're as hard to satisfy as your mother."* THE JOYFUL FINISH. E rector had just finished an unusually long. dry sermon, and over the faces of the congregation a smile flitted as the choir sang, with more Lf = OLD SOL AT WORK. “This is my busy day.” energy than harmony, * Halle- lujah! ‘tis done.” THE SPELLING-BEE, LIKE some tall oak stood Rob- ert Brown, Defiant, bold and grand ; Before his fire the foe went down, ‘Their ranks seemed but as sand. Till how above the rearmost ditch One head moved to and fro: The head it was of Jerry Fiteh, The famous village beau Then came the subtle word salt- rheuta, And Jerry Fitch arose ; Alas, to meet ignoble doom— He spelt it with two o's. Brave Robert Brown then stood alone And spelt the hours away ; A hero to the spinal bone Till, to his great dismay, He saw a strange spec-ta-cle which Caused him to cease in haste ; Tt was the arm of Jerry Fitch Around his sweetheart’s w GHORGR A, BECKENBA “ What'll you give me for these ?” . l comicbooks.dom