Judge — July 3, 1897 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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AN INVESTMENT. HEN o'er her jimply swinging skirt She hooks it round her tennis- shirt ‘And then struts forth in maiden pride, The cestus were a string beside Her cotton belt. FE) ** Inside the cotton belt ?” you say. 2} ** Investments?” All of mine are— yea. My heart ’s in bonds. I play to win, For I've invested it within The cotton belt. GRACE MAC COWAN COOKE. HIS YEARN. * +S HAY, m' (hic) frien’ said Lushington after vainly fumbling with his latch-key for twenty minutes. “ Well?” returned the passer-by. “ Have you (hic) got such a shing as a spare key (hic) hole about 2 ! them jsassy, nest-bulldin, sparrers, dew you?" you ie) gs c pare key, (hic) when they're so impident as tew try an’ steal a wisp o' whiskers fram Aminadab when he’s got a hoe in his hand tew swat ’em with?” AN ANCHOR TO WINDWARD. Senator Bluegrass—" What's old Sorghum in there listening to DELAYED GRIEF. that prosy speech for?” BIDELIA left her place with Mrs. Brooklyn to marry a hod-carrier, who Senator Lonestar—" Why, old Sorghum himself is going to make shortly afterward died. Within a year Bidelia consoled herself with a a speech next week, isn’t he?” policeman on her beat. Shortly after she called upon her former mistress, dressed in deepest mourning, with a heavy veil. THE RANKS OF LONG AGO. 7 “Why, Bidelia!” exclaimed Mrs. Brooklyn, “it cannot be THERE'S a fash of tary banners a HY possible that you have lost your second husband too?” And a crash of rolling drums, “Ob, no, ma‘am,” returned And a barst of thrilling music, ; Ridelia cheerfully; “John ‘s all When the marching legion comes. . \ i ana But I seem to see beside them, right. I'm in mourning for my Keeping step, a ragged row first husband. You see, when Of the pallid continentals i ald contineatals ? he died, ma‘am, I had no money ee E SEO. A to buy mourning with; but John Some are young. with boyish faces, ‘s plenty able to give it to me, Lads that need a mother's care ; ; Ran i Some are old and bowed and feeble, . A we % © just) put it on ‘for, Tottering by with whitened hair, > ; As they heard the bugles calling, < < " ‘And they left the ingle’s glow 4 THE ORATOR. With a musket and a sabre , = : - For the ranks of long ago i y : HE CAME in a cariage behind the band, ‘They are wan from wounds untended, = He's travelise noe due sath, They are weak from famine's scourge ; : = : Sunken-eyed and bent and broken = Sem They exploded some powder under With the woes of Valley Forge. the stand They are men who left their footsteps As he started to shoot off his Marked in blood upon the snow, ‘ A soath And who died without a murmur, * In the ranks of long ago. 1 ago. DELAYED. It is not the gilded eagles » “ o Nor the troops in jackets trim jl Modena} author i319 can't ‘That have made my spirit kindle . have my novel ready for a week ‘And my eyes with pity dim ; yet.” But the grim and grizzled farmers isher—" WI + "That were born to reap and sow, A SUGGESTION, Publisher—" Why not? And who fought and bled and conquered, We suggest the use of the ‘*hill-horse” to our park commissioners in aid Modern author— Well, 1 In the ranks of long ago. of our poor, struggling, up-bill bicycle-riders. started it only yesterday.” S UEREE V\ gat THE LIGHT THAT D/DN'T FAIL, Aber, JR.—"' I guess I'll hide these eee, ‘ le Parext—"I vam! th’ old stove is gittin’ fire-crackers I'm savin’ up fer th’ Fourth in : it th’ old stove we've stopped usin’. Brother hacks block with papers ecio:t Guess Ti bara Jake ‘ll never think t’ look there fer “em.” ‘em up.” (Drops a match in.) comicbooks.com