Judge — April 17, 1897 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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AN EASTER PRAYER. HE knelt, with her silver- bound psalter, In a glory of purple and gold. Like a row of white brides at the altar ‘The lilies began to unfold. The tapers aflame in their sconces On the cross and the crucifix shone, ‘And it happened between the responses She murmured a prayer of her own. * Oh, Lord! when I die and am hidden Tn a windowless chamber of clay, If ever by Thee I am bidden To rise from the dust and decay, ‘Then let me some morning awaken A beautiful lily to be, And into Thy altar be taken To blossom at Easter for Thee. suxma tevin, PLUTONIAN JEALOUSY. «HERE'S a mortal that Iam get- ting very jealous of,” confided Ananias to Baron Munchausen. “Who is he, I'd like to know?” His name is Weyler.” A FUTURE PROBABILITY. SING SING ART-STUDENT GRADUATE (feercely)—" Dat's a good drawin’. Y' un‘erstan’?” ART EDITOR (sizing Aim up, diplomatically)—"* That is good. TN take that.” A LITTLE LEARNING INCONVENIENT. THE day was warm. The regular supply of ice gave out. We sent the little colored boy, who had had advantages under the Peabody fund, to the factory for a new supply. He came back and reported there was no ice. “What's the matter? Is the machinery broken?” “Dunno. De ingine was gwine all right, but I see on de do’ a papah, an’ it say ‘ Not ice.’ We sent him back in a hurry, and told him not to use his learning so much and his tongue more; to forget he knew how to read, and to ask for what he wanted. He came back the second time bringing the ice, but also, to justify himself, the paper which he had torn down—" Notice.”” SPRING. SUPERLATIVE ANGUISH. ae re a Eruet (sympathetically}—"' It’s no wonder poor mother weeps from the pain of that ‘THE small boys spin their tops the while their sisters swollen face. Are rolling hoops or skipping rope all day ; May—" It's not the pain that makes her weep, dea the thought that the woman's- The ball-fiend’s hands are getting full of blisters, rights club meets here to-night and she won't be able to talk. And so we know that spring is come to stay, AN EASTER BRIDE. IX PRAISING all save Rose I'm content in sober prose ‘o rehearse ; 's self deters From naming charms like hers Save in verse. She's a beauty and all that! Makes my heart go pit-a-pat— Doesn't Rose? Cheeks as tempting as the lips That form a sweet eclipse ‘Neath her nose. She is witty, too, and wise, And can speak with her big eyes— Can she not ? ler lips, whence nectar springs, She can save, for sweeter things ‘They have got. I make her out no saint, But merely try to paint As she is. But still T can't forget van Genie ian Mx. Gotroks—"* You think you would be perfectly happy if you married my daughter? Other people have thought (Tsay it “ reece the same and found out afterward that they were mistaken.” She is Ais. CHouty Hanpurr (graciously)—* Ob, that's all right, sir. I'll take my chances on the Financial Report company JAMES JA¥ O'CONNELL making a mistake." comicbooks.com |