Judge — February 27, 1897 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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ca ry Photo. by Pach. JUDG! FAVORITES, MAUDE ADAMS, The horseshoe stands for luck, ‘And that you have a-plenty— her, you have sense and pluck, On Il flutter to your hands, Long as jor remembrance stands. ALONG THE BRANDYWINE. THROUGH all the years, the changing years Of flower and frost between, I see the cannon’s lurid flame, ‘The banners’ silken sheen, The yeomen's faces bronzed and brave, Whose lifted sabres shine, A steely harvest, all along The banks of Brandywine. "Twas autumn ; in the drowsy sun ‘The ancient orchards dreamed ; Like lamps of gold among the leaves The amber apples gleamed. The purple grapes in clusters hung Like jewels on the vine, In soft September's yellow haze Along the Brandywine. Upon a steed of slender limb, A charger white as milk, With satin coat and streaming tail And mane of crinkled silk, Enfolded in his cloak of blue And stately as a pine, He road—the dauntless Washington, Along the Brandywine. ‘The smoke was thick and gray above, ‘The grass was red below, And many a gallant life went down In battle’s ebb and flow. But ere the sun in glory set It broke—the patriot line— Before King George's scarlet men, ‘That day at Brandywine. With silver throats defiant still ‘The trumpets called retreat, But rallied round the milk-white steed, Unconquered in defeat. Through drifting snow and scorching sun It led, a star divine, se Till Yorktown's vanquished heights avenged {ges The dead of Brandywine. But ever when the early fall Its golden tissue weaves, And drops of dying summer's blood Are crimson on the leaves, T hear the echoing bugles blow, And see the sabres shine, Far off around the milk-white steed, Along the Brandywine. sainna invisg. uae BITTER-SWEETS. HE old woman was very, very old—so old indeed that she ate with. a spoon from a tea-cup—save when she ate apples, which she scraped with a table-knife in- to little mountains of pulp. An orange-colored cat, asleep upon the old woman's lap. sang a purring song. The cat was very old, like the woman. They lived aloné—these two—the cat and the woman, in an old house in an old town. Her wrinkled, yellow hand reached out to the worn table by the window, and she took up a small mirror, which she held before her drawn, pinched face. She looked upon herself critically and sighed. She laid the mirror aside, smooth- ed the white hair on her tem- ple. and then stroked the fur of the sleeping cat. Hiram ?” A LITERARY ARDUITY, Aunt "MANDY — “* How did yer amuse yerself on th’ keers comin’ from York, Hi—" I bought one o' them ten-cent magazines.” Aunt ‘MANDY —" Wuz it wuth readin’?” Readin'! gol durn it, I got back ter Podunk afore I'd got thru separatin’ Hi— th’ pages, b’gosh ! In a vision she saw a picture of her girlhood days—her little room in the attic of her father’s house, and the dressing-case that was hers, and the round mirror above it, into which she looked when a girl. ¢ THE COACHMAN’S NEW CAPE, hure, mum, an’ it's me pfwhat throws up this jol wearin’ this blamed Hottentot overcoat.” Then she remembered the holes in the carpet—worn by her own proud feet—from the constant posing before the round looking- glass. Then she sighed again and smoothed the fur of the orange- colored cat, and the old cat ceased his purring and opened his big gray eyes and looked up into her face inquiringly. The old town is very quiet to- night, and the old house is very still. There is heard but the slow beating of the old woman's heart and the soft breathing of the orange- colored cat. WILL at, CLaratENS, FOLLOWS HIS EXAMPLE, ASA general rule we have noted This state of affairs is quite plain, If papa makes his money in sugar His wealthy son, too, raises Cain, A NICER GAME, De Garry — “Why is it that when a fellow is alone with a girl he loves they seldom play cards >” Merritt —“ Because if they did she would have to hold her own hand.” Showing the figure Jones intended to execute — rH IS LITTLE EFFORT. —and the one he actually completed, comicbooks.com