Judge — October 31, 1896 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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THE GHOSTS OF HALLOWEEN. + HE moon is like a dead man’s eye, and round it drift ¢ the clouds, All stained and streaked and dappled dark, like heaps of mouldy shrouds. A little lower to the sod the mossy head-stones lean, For all the graves give up their dead the night of Halloween, The doves are moaning in their sleep within the beliry tower; ‘The aster in the walk has lost its last forsaken flower ; And two by two they lightly pass like shadows on the green, With steps that leave no prints behind—the ghosts of Halloween, They circle in a phantom dance and waver to and fro, And eddy in the chilly gust like wreaths of windy snow ; But some must find their places filled and strangers there, I ween, Or weeds upon the broken sill, the night of Halloween, Their feet are in the fallen leaves, their sighs are in the air ; They pull the muslin curtain by and climb the creaking stair, With scent of musty lavender, the dusk and dawn between. Take off the gates and let them through—the ghosts of Halloween. SUKWA IRVING. AT GETTYSBURG. ‘CHAT a noble hero he must have been!” exclaimed the young lady from = the boarding-school, “I shall ask him about his deeds of valor.” NOTHING DIFFICULT ABOUT THAT. She did ask him, and she found he had gone through the battle not once Piast icawyaa—ijls it a dificult case?) x SECOND LAWYER—""No; dead easy. All we have to do is to con- only, but many times. He was one of the guides. vince the jury that black is white. SENTENCES PASSED BY THE JUDGE. NE phase of the soul's practicality is that mani- fest in the passion for veracity. It is such a blessing to be born without an exaggeration of the critical faculty—a blessing, I mean, for those about one. ‘A person may eat a man’s dinner without shar- ing his political opinions, religious convictions, or general biases; and after he has eaten it he may praise it without committing himself on the score nase of his host's proclivities. eee i KATHERINE GROSJRAM. WHEN DREAMS MAY COME, Patient— Doctor, I dreamed something ter- x rible last night. I saw my dead father.” ents Doctor—* What did you cat for supper? * Funny thing about Brayi Patient—“A mince-pie, doctor. “What's that?™ Doctor— My friend, if you eat two mince-pies “Doesn't know he wasn’t elected; can’t hear anything but his own voice.” to-night you will see your grandfather.” THERE ARE SEVERAL AT LARGE, Se AREN'T you late in getting home from Sunday-school, Bobby?” “Well, I guess! There was a man there who made an all-day speech, and I thought we would never get out.” “Who was he?” “Aw, I forget his name; but he was an escaped missionary. HOW SHE MANAGES IT. HER ringlets will remain unbarmed Despite the damp sea air, Necause the fear that they'll be straight Will quickly curl her hair. J 4 ROY Reo HAD BEEN NO CHANGE. //484/1/ Wi y Mr. Digby—* Hello, my little ¢ / Yi WY, man! W! your name?” ki W/ Little boy— Tommy , & Mr. Digty—* But what's your EMBARRASSING, last name?” svety RQERSSOR Grvstina (ihe eminent Arctic explorer}—"And now, my litle man, why are you surveying ime o attent " “Dent es qrte ively? Come, now; out with it!" 1 Tommy —" Don't knor. It's LawnEnce (franth)—" I was ‘ommy now. wonderin’ how you managed ter git yer nose so sunburnt up in th’ polar regions, where th’ sun don't shine much, sir.” comicbooks.com