Judge — June 19, 1897 — page 7: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

SOME BETTER NOW. E FELL from off his wheel, ‘And we fear that he was real Near the tomb, Now the arnica is pressed On the nose that he caressed In its bloom. COMPENSATION. New-Yorker—"\ envy you Jersey commuters every time I compare your situation with mine.” Jersey commuter (tickled but wondering) —" Why?” New- Yorker—" Ob, you get such beautiful views of New York.” JOY IN THE WIGWAM. ILARITY of the carmine-hued, insane variety bubbled over the brim in the Tama camp of Musquakie Indians when Axe-face, a brave who had been loafing about the depot, dashed among the teepees with the news of the passage of the manufacturers’ liquor-bill by the Iowa legisla- ture. Chief Walk-on dropped his scalping-knife in the very act of disrobing a fat canine and gave birth to a whoop that rattled the windows in farm-houses three miles distant. The braves were ordered to assemble in the council-chamber, where Chief Walk-on delivered himself of a bill of par- ticulars as follows: “Nice pale - face chiefs who camp in the winter at the big house of white stone say make plenty fire-water in Iowa. Whoop! Smoke peace-pipe with pale chiefs with cob- web hair. Sell four bushel corn for one can fire-water, Whoop! Make grow plenty corn, Fire-water warm blood in lazy braves. Make squaw happy—squaw do heap work in corn- field. No more braves rush can three miles to Tama. No more drink some sour beer. Ugh! No more drink lemon-water from sugar-house. No more lie to pale-face pill- house man. Pill-house man sell bad fire- water. No fire in pill-house fire-water. Pill house sell only squaw fire-water. Pale-face chiefs at white-stone law-house say Iowa “NOT IN HIS CLASS.” Lia scene!’ But— On first sight you will say,‘ What a beautiful arctic FIRED. “You were such a big gun down in your place that I didn’t think they'd dis- charge you.” “Well, they fired me the first time I was loaded.” make fire-water. Whoop! Tama braves say welcome to. pale-face chiefs. Tama braves fight for pale-face chiefs, Chief Walk-on send fat dog to big chief in white-stone house. Heap fire-water. Whoop!" — rranx j. stitaan. ALONG TOWARD NIGHT. ALONG toward night. when Jim comes home, Somehow the burdens of the day And all the worries great and small, ‘They seem to slip and slide away. The creases in my tired brow Get ironed out so smooth and straight Along toward night, when Jim comes home ‘And kisses Margie at the gate, I haste to get the table spread ; I smooth my hair before the glass ; I fly around at that sweet sound— Jim talking to his little lass. ‘And ob, the old-time joy that comes With that dear man I call my own! And ob, that happy time of day— Along toward night, when Jim comes home ! And little Margie, clean of frock ‘And rosy-cheeked, she'd never fail To meet him at the gate so blithe And take his dusty dinner-pail. Oh, joy complete! Oh, bliss so sweet ! ‘Contentment T envy no one, Along toward night, when Jim comes home. MARRIET VEANCENK CROCKER, Myo —if you don’t like this Alpine view — you better. — —amaybe this marine view will suit — —Then perhaps the sphinx will ——Well, then, T'm sure a picture of strike you.— yourself is the thing.” IMPRESSIONISM TO SUIT EVERYBODY. comicbooks.com