Judge — May 15, 1897 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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328 uae TO MAY. 4 stants | YOU are tired, my dear, you are tired— j i And so am I, darling, all-fired— =I Of hearing your eyes Are as blue as the skies, And the other staff poets have lyred. U'd sing (if I dared) that your eyes were green And crossed with a hook-bill nose between Like the beak of an owl— But how you would how! ! So I'll not, for I love you, my dainty queen. U'll sing of the buds in your golden hair, I'll sing of the smile that you sweetly wear, Of the blooms in your belt— Oh, say, but I'd welt The cad that made fun of you, dear—so there! EDITORIAL CHARITY. THE man who wrote things with a black pencil for the man with a blue pencil to punch holes in had received back sev- eral of his valuable contributions. * Bah!" he snarled, “that’s just the way with those fellows. They always send back the very best things a man writes for them.” Then he spread the things out on the table before him and began pulling his hair and studying them over. “Then why do you talk so unkindly, Voursithe auiinalon tare, wiesedaye— Henry ?” said his dear little wife. ty oe ng aod “Bah! what do you know about it? Instead of an ephemeral fame They are no judges of what to use. They For beauty. you the artist's name cae Preterred to win, and modestly to wear it. send me back my best things. “And why does } it not make you | glad, Henry? Is it COULDN'T TOUCII ‘EM. not much better so Ernei—* Did you ever run across a real smart than if they sent you man in your lif Tack the worst odes PeNeLore—* No, indeed; such men jump very for how could Wickly when they hear a bicycle-bell.” a could a = Copyright, 1897, by BJ. Fath, New York JUDGE'S FAVORITES. ANNIE IRISH AS '* MARIAN," IN ‘TESS OF THE D' URBERVILLES.” you ever sell them to any one, Henry? What you now have, dear, i but Henry was in no mood for such specious argument and drove the sweet little woman away, A SURE SIGN. AWAY on their wheels they went wandering together For only an afternoon ride, 5 Far over the hills and through wood-paths and heather, He keeping up close by her side. ‘ And what was the upshot? I saw them returning ; BITTER KECOLLEC Upon them I softly did steal. CBee CHANEY Wek See bs se abont Dismounting, she smiled, her fair cheek with love burning— Lancuip Larky—"Ah, wen | sce de waves breakin’ on de shore it calls Ie went to work cleaning her wheel. WJ. LAMPTON. up bitter memories uv me misspent past.” CLoccen CLaxcy— LANGuID LARKY. railroad.” W'en yer used ter take baths?” & * Naw ; wien L used ter brake, meself, on de shore-line a CIRCUMVENTED. Livtie Wins (a fool for a jealous rival)—"* That man Sprockets hain’t goin’ to see Miss l'uncture if I can help SprockeTs—"' I thought that kid wasn't hangin’ around here for nothin’.” comicbooks.com