Judge — September 5, 1896 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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HIS MEMORY FOR FACES. H, MISS GILGAL!" exclaimed young Mr. Spudds as he ap- proached that young lady with outstretched palm, * I'm delight- ed to see you.” Miss Gilgal pretended not to see the hand as she replied, “I beg your pardon, sir, but you have the advantage of me.” Mr. Spudds dropped his hand and was confused for a moment, but he managed to say, “Oh, surely I cannot be mistaken. I had the honor of a presentation to you at Mrs. Fosdick’s a week ago. My name is Spudds, but of course so popular a young lady as yourself must not be expected to remember every man who begs an intro- duction.” Miss Gilgal looked him over and then replied sweetly, “I distinctly remember that a Mr. Spudds was introduced to me at Mrs. Fosdick’s, but you cannot be the one.” “Yes, Iam the one,” protested Mr. Spudds, “ Well, now, that’s very odd,” added Miss Gilgal, and then she paused a moment, apparently to allow her mind to reflect on her failure to recollect him. “It’s strange I should forget, for I have a very good memory for faces.” “Yes, Lam the Mr. Spudds,” the young man repeated. “1 can’t have changed much in that short time, can 1?” “No, you can’t,” the young lady assented frankly. ** Neither can I have undergone much of a.transformation, can 1?” "Certainly not, Miss Gilgal. That is why I recognized you instantly, 1 never forget a face,” added Mr. Spudds. Still, I can’t believe that you are the Mr. Spudds whom I met at Mrs. Fosdick’s,” persisted Miss Gilgal. “Yet I seem to recall having seen you some- where, Ob, yes, now I know,” and a gleam of satisfaction shot across her countenance. Ves?" said Mr. Spudds, tenta- tively. “Yes, now I know. You are the man who occupied a seat in a Broad- way cable-car last night while 1 held to a strap directly in front of you.” This brought the conversation to a close, ANNA PIRRPONT SIVITRE, ASLEEP. Se\ZJHAT is the matter, Davie; can't you walk?” “ My feet are dizzy. “Hullo! Here's luck! heard tell of." THE WAYS OF THE NEWLY WED. That lovely trip up the Iud- Tuy, Brive (enthusiastically)—"* But, girls! son, Such scenery! We'll never forget it as long as we live, Will we George ?” A NATURAL BELATED PELICAN (snapping in. Casey's shy-scraping hit) — A HOMCEOPATHIC REJUVENATOR. Apyer, juNIoR—"* Say, pap, what's that riggin’ you've got over my bed thet’s kernec- ted with the pump ABNER, SEXIOR—"* Thet's an antidote, me son, thet I've tinkered up fer thet tired feelin’ yew hev mornin’s when I call yer ter help milk!” SO FAR WITHOUT HONOR. Grandpa Westchester—“ See that storm, children? Mark my words. There's going to be another blizzard !* Miss W.—" Oh, gran'pa! you've said that every storm since eighteen- eighty-eight !° Grandpa —"es, an’ sometime there'll be one; an’ then I'll be a great prophet.” FLYING KITES, SS] WANT to fly my kite,” the youngster whined, ** But the string knots— And there's too much, or else too little, wind Out in the lots! * Or if it's up and I would fly it higher There's too much tail— Or else it catches on a broken wire !" ‘Thus ran his wail, ** Here's life,” I thought, with grim satiracy. * Each has his kite, But strings, winds, wires form a conspiracy Against its fight."" KATE UPSON CLARK. MISTAKE, ‘This must be one of those fish-balls I've A snap-shot of the bride and bridegroom as they sailed up the Uudson, showing the intense interest they manifested in the panorama of the shores, comicbooks.com |