Judge — October 10, 1896 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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Photo, by Davis & Sandford, JUDGE'S FAVORITES. NELLIE MELRA, * Kind hearts are more than coronets,” ‘Artis asa royal crown. Blazoned with fame, that Genius sets On beauty’s tresses, streaming down, Reauty, and heart, and art are thine — And genius, in that voice divine MUSHROOMS ON THE LAWN. Little boy (excitedly) —" Oh, mamma, mamma, do look here! The fairies have been putting up their tents and tables all over our lawn! (In a whisper.) Mamma, I guess they're going to have a party!” NOT ON TIME. A MALE-DEAD and hall-living existence Ts ted by a man in this town ; For since he keeps not his engagements He's always ** the late Mr. Brown.” SCIENCE APPLIED. She —* My teacher in cooking says that ‘ what soever a man eateth, that shall he also be.’ He—" Great heavens, Maria! Is that the reason you've been feeding me on angel-food for a week ? uae DEAR LITTLE WOMAN. AUNT JANE was a gossip. We knew that well enough, but we were a little surprised one day when Margie, who had just been clad in a new dress, announced her ‘inten- tion of visiting the lady. “ Why do you wish to see Aunt Jane, dear?” asked mamma. “Oh, tause I's dot a new dwess.” “T don't think Aunt cares,” said mamma. “Yeth, but I want her t’ thee it, tause zen ev'ybody ‘Il _know I's dot it!” Jane EXTRAVAGANT. Nicker—1 see that old Cash- get was buried with a thousand- dollar diamond in his shirt-front.” SS Bocker—"\ always said that \\ man had money to burn.” corn Where the diamond dew lies cold, The yellow tassels are soft as silk, ‘And the ears are garnet and goid. The slender stalks in the breezes bend To a strange and a mystic tune, And the long leaves whisper-a tale of love In the sheen of the harvest moon. you.’ ** Come out for a walk,” said the farmer-lad At dusk to the nut-brown lass; “* But fold thyself in thy scarlet cloak, For chill are the winds that pass.” He led her down by the Where the last late And out to the field of corn that waved In the rays of the harvest moon, There were shadows under the roadside trees Where the boughs were interlaced, So she chided not when he pressed her hand, Or circled her rounded waist. “* T've toiled for many an azure morn ‘And many a golden noon, And behold the work of my strong right arm In the gleam of the harvest moon | “NO LAW ABOUT IT. * Do you think Uncle John’s estate will be divided according to law when he dies?” ‘OM (just admitted to the bar)—** Not at all—I drew his will for him yesterday.” Mr. Frost—' Ruacep Stronc ED KEASSURANCE. T must turn you away; I have no work for Bless yer, sir; bless yer.” “ In yonder billowing mass of green “rhere’s a red, red ear, my sweet, Which by-and-by at the husking-bee T'll lay at thy dainty feet. And tell me what will thy answer be, For the harvest cometh soon ? Do I read it right in thy starry eyes By the beam of the harvest moon ?” She leaned her head to his broad young breast, ‘And never a word spoke she, But the bells of the bridal morn will ring Ere the night of the husking-bee, And merrily under the mossy stone The little brown crickets croon, A wedding-march to the tall green corn, In the light of the harvest’ moon. rere’ A DESCENDANT. After much study, a celebrated scientist has determined that according to the laws of physiology the above will closely represent a descendant of bicycling parents. The great development of the muscles of the jaw is due to persistent ancestral gum-chewing. comicbooks.co