Judge — May 29, 1897 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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IT WAS EFFECTUAL. HE took off her hat just the wing to repair Of a little stuffed bird ; Then the man behind murmured, ** What beautiful hair!" Which the girl overheard. ‘When a little adjustment repaired the mishap She was artlessly gay. Did she put the hat on? No; it lay in her lap To the end of the play. APPROPRIATE PRIZES. Ss YOU missed the treat of your life by not being with us last night,” said Mrs. Dorcas, smil- ing commiseratingly upon her friend. “T hear your dress-reform club had a prize debate,” replied Mrs. Cobwigger. * Was that so?” “Yes, indeed,” returned Mrs. Dorcas. “It was the most important meeting the club ever held, and we will be known from one end of the ‘coun- try to the other as soon as the debate has been printed in pamphlet form. “Tell me all about it. I'm just dying to know.”” went on Mrs. Dorcas,“ you know the club has been working on the scheme for months, and in order to provide prizes of a sufficient intrinsic value to induce the members to do their best we spent all the money in the treasury. The debate was on SEPARATE WAYS. x z: AN UP-TO-DATE “AD. Mr. New.ywep (leaving for business)—"* Well, my dear, have you got your ‘ad.’ written yet for a nurse?” Mrs. Newtywep—"' Yes, love : here it i nurse who knows all about the care of bicycles. * Wanted—a good, healthy rational dress, and the consensus of opinion was that women should return to nature. Of course we didn't mean that they should adopt the garb of Mother Eve, but it was the sense of the meeting that women should give up the foibles of fashion and pattern their dress after the loose-flowing Grecian models.” You don't mean those women with the impossible waists, do you?” interrupted the more-worldly Mrs. Cobwigger. “You only think them impossible because you are not sufficiently advanced, my dear,”” replied Mrs. Dorcas. “ You seem to forget that those same Grecian women posed for the most beautiful statues the world possesses.” “always thought that was because we had no sculptors in these days,” commented Mrs. Cobwigger. “But what were the prizes you offered for the best articles on rational 1, 'Rastus (to balking mule)—** Look heah ! Eider yo's gwine mah way— A CONCESSION BY THE PORTE. oe | N REGARD to that note from the powers,” remark- ed Abdul Hamid, “you will see to it that fewer Christians are beheaded for a while now.” “You don’t mean to tell me "—— began the vizier. “Nonsense! Of course not. But we can put ona little extra pressure to convert them to Mohammedanism first and behead them afterward, can’t we?” Mr. Wheeling has been pushing his bike so hard lately that the strain has tired his eyes. IN THE WILDWOOD. ITIS sweet to steal a while Nam exe And stray amid the trees, Where one can woo his damsel fair : Or sport with bumble-bees, While up his pants Creep festive ants, Or haply hop the fleas. GOOD EVIDENCE. Madison —" I'm getting suspicious of Crossley. I think he is living a double life.” Parkes—"\'m sure of it. He works in New York and sleeps in Brooklyn.” dress?" “The first prize, which that hateful Mrs. Crabshaw won, was a lovely reception-dress, with the longest court-train you ever saw, while the second prize was a beautiful pair of glove - fitting corsets which would make al- most any woman's waist look like an hour-glass.’ Jamas Jav o'connaut. 3. "Rastus (a minute later)—"' Well, ef Ah didn’ clean fergit dar wuz anodder way outen dat differculty.” comicbooks.com