Judge — July 10, 1897 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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Suape TWO HEARTS THAT BEAT AS ONE. OUNG Mr. Frisbie found himself sitting next to Miss Dinsmore at Mrs. Frothingham’s dinner-party the other night, and of course he had to talk to her. “Er—Miss Dinsmore, do you like olives?” he said by way of a starter, “Indeed I do, Mr. Frisbie,” replied the young lady. “I just adore them.” “So do I. Isn't it strange?” “Strange that you or that I should like olives?” she asked. “I don’t know that there is anything strange about it.” “I mean it is rather odd that we both should like ou.ves.” ‘The lady was silent a moment, and then she asked, “ Mr. Frisbie, do you like lobster-salad ?” “I could live on it,” replied Mr. Frisbie fer- vently. “So could I. Isn't that strange?” “Do you mean it is strange that you or that I should like lobster-salad ?” asked the young man, Miss Dinsmore smiled at his repetition of her question, but . presently added, “ Well, it is rath- er odd to find two persons of ~ the opposite sex- es who both like olives and lob- ster-salad.”” “Tam sure it is,” said Mr. Frisbie, who be- gan to discover in Miss Dinsmore a kindred spirit.“ By the way, do you happen to care for mushrooms? So many people do not, while I am very fond of them.” “You could not possibly be as fond of mushrooms as I am, Mr. Frisbie. I like to gather them myself in the country in the early morning.” SHALLOW WATER, 1, SmrTH—" Watch, Jones— BEFORE THE FOURTH. [F ¥OU would keep your boy in bed Until to-morrow's sky is red Don’t with a slipper warm him. ‘The only way to make him lie Abed until the sun is high Is just to chloroform him. JUST SO. 66 LTOW does your lawn- mower run?” inquir- ed the good-natured man, looking over the fence. * replied Davie between puffs. “You have to push th’ mean thing.” Herr Kroutzfeld has now a nice little hammock for his boy Louis. “Do you? So do I.” Mr. Frisbie was becom- ing enthusiastic in comparing their similarity of tastes. “Do you like shrimps?” he went on. “Ido. Do you?" He did, and he said so; and after a short pause he said in a low whisper, “Of course you can't abide young onions?” = He watched her face anxiously Wi , as be said this, and a great content 71’ ‘ited his soul when she confessed, “T love them.” “So do I,” he gasped. “I say, Miss Dinsmore, let's get married.” He realized that he might search the world over for a woman whose tastes coincided with his own on the important points which had been discussed and that no time ought to be lost. “Before I answer you I wish to ask one question, for I really know but little of you except what I have learned just now.” “Ask it, Miss Dinsmore.” “ What make of bicycle do you ride?” “The Scorchem.” “Isn't that wonderful? So do I, We were evidently made for each other,” “Then you will marry me?” “Certainly.” WILLIAM stmaRY suviTIR, A SULPHUROUS ONE, 3. —you a nice— THE HEIGHT OF LOVE. Sue (at parting)—""Do you love me better than your We?* He (fervently) —"" Better than my fife? Why, I love you better than my bicycle, almost." Flossie—* Mamma, how can anybody awaken an echo?” Mamma— You may find out by hollering in papa’s ear when he is asleep.” 4. — clean dive !” comicbooks.com