Judge — May 1, 1897 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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PexeLore —'* Ah doan’ like dese yer green leabes as well as I does de autumn leabes, ‘kase de autumn leabes is cullud.”” GRANT AT REST. ° 1897. NOT lite the tombs of old Egyptian kiogs, Raised up by bondsmen driven from afar, Is thy last home ; a song of glory rings Above the cannon of forgotten war. Gone are the steeds of strife and battle now ; Furled are the flags that billowed over them; Folded the hands and quiescent the brow ‘That faced their call and knew their requiem. Oh, river, flowing onward by the shore, Keep green the grasses rising from the sod Where men that are shall falter nevermore, And slaves that were uplift free hands to God ! JONN JAMES MRRHAN, SPOKE TOO QUICK. Parke— | thought you said you had plenty of furniture to fill your new house.” Lane—" That was before I moved.” Oil tache thim away frum this fince.” 2. Orricer Duncan . OF kids ¢° kape Suage AN APPROPRIATE QUO- TATION. +e] AM writing a letter congratu lating a friend on his en- gagement,” said Tenspot to his bachelor partner. “Can you think ‘of an appropriate quotation for me to put in?” “Yes. “ What is it?” «Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.’ TRUTH IN ABSENT- MINDEDNESS., Mrs. Furlong —" We received your bill, doctor, and were rather surprised at it, under the circum- stances,” Dr. Sternum —" Under what circumstances, madam ?” Mrs. Furlong —" Why, the child died.” Hooray ! AUN Uncie Jerry —" Hooray, ‘Mandy! son bez quit thet dratted ball bizness an’ taken up suthin’ likely. *MANDY- Uncte Jerny— ball, ‘cos this paper sez he's handlin’ colts fer sumbody, b’gosh !" Our base-ball-lovin’ “* What's be doin’ naow 7" Don't know edzectly; but he's aout 0’ base- Dr. Sternum—" My dear madam, if we were paid for only those patients that we cure we would starve.” AT THE BALL-GAME. 1. Cursasy (hoarsel))—"* Pufl up a good light on yer cigareet, Patsy. Vat cop inside 1s coverin’ up our peep-holes wid bot’ hands, 3. Citimaty—"* Now bot’ tergedder wid de cigareets.”” DESTINY. I TIWAS May! The applestrees were all abloom ; The lilacs, white and purple, filled the air With a faint sweetness: and the peach and | pear— | A symphony of color ana perfume— Mingled their fragrance with the lilies’ bloom. A languorous stillness brooded everywhere. How thrilled my heart for joy that it had share In that sweet silence! Suddenly a gloom, As of a mighty storm approaching, fell Athwart the brightness ; clouds of dust arose. Ab, cruel Cynthia! thus to break the spell Of that enraptured dreaming by those blows Upon that dusty carpet there outspread. ** You know spring-cleaning must be done!" she said, JULIA FANSHAWR: BRINCKERHOFP, A GRIEVOUS OFFENSE. Magistrate—"The charge is_ interfering with an officer. Roundsman McCarty, ill please state exactly what the defendant di Roundsman McCarty —“Oi wor passing his fruit-shtand, yer anner, an‘ Oi shwoiped a banana, whin th’ dago troied ¢' tek it frum me, yer anner.” 4 Orricek Duncan —“Och, murther! Foire! foire!” comicbooks.com