Judge — July 24, 1897 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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uatge TEN MINUTES ENOUGH. EE, Ethel, love! the dress I wear to-day In which to graduate. Is it not fine? Whole weeks and weeks I've spent on the design. Could aught be more exquisite? Tell me, pray. And then, to think that it is really mine! For all the anxious thought upon it spent In this fulfillment I am well content.” “Ab, well you may be, Maud! No common soul Could have evolved from lace and ribbon such A fair creation—like a fairy dream Of moonlight shining on a silver stream While yet the sun is setting and a touch Of rose yet faintly lingers o'er the’whole.”” "Ab, thanks! But let me see ; are they all here, The things I need—gloves, flowers (it's getting late), The "broidered cover for my essay? Wait! Where is the essay? Have you seen it, dear? T have forgotten it as sure as fate! ‘There's still ten minutes. I can spare enough Of time, I'm sure, to waste upon such stuff.” JULIA PANSWAWE BRINCKERNOTF. THE WAY TO BE SAFE. E WAS a slip of a boy of four, with the face of a cherub crowned by golden curls, which persisted in wandering into his large blue eyes. Next to him sat a man, a huge six-footer, intent on reading his paper. The trolley-car sped along till it reached the brow of a very steep and long hill. The child eyed the hill distrustfully for a second, then settled back with a contented sigh. The man glanced up from his paper and, noting the movement, the boy asked, “ Are you scared, mister?” The man glanced at the mite, smiled, and said, “No, not very.” “Well, you needn't be,” raising his eyes through the mass of tangled curls, “All you have to do is to just put your trust in the Lord.” THE DIVIDING LINE. Ti11S is the glorious land of the free, And liberty is our lot. All men are equal before the law, But after it they are not. THE RETORT PROFES- SIONAL. Doctor Mugwump —" But why isn’t the country prosperous now, with McKinley more than three months in office?" > Patient Hardsense— You , ae Hl Hl wii A CORRECT DEDUCTION, Mas, Jonzs—"'I saw young Mr. Hobart kissing his mother-in-law very affectionately at the depot to-day. Mx. Jones—"* Hum! She was going, was she?" A LIGHT ON HER CHARACTER. PHYLLIS accidentally discov. ered a doll that her mother had concealed in a trunk in read- iness for the little lady's birthday. The following day at dinner she surprised the family by remark- ing, “I'm trying so hard to for- get something I want to remem- ber that I don’t feel very hungry.” THE REJECTED. HE’s made him taste of sor- row's cup, And it is strange, no doubt, That he should feel himself cut up To find himself cut out. WITH THE ACCENT ON THE “PETIT.” The judge—" The evidence against you looks black, prison- er. You/are at liberty to testify or not, as you please, Have you any evidence tending to prove that you are not guilty of petit larceny?" The accused—" Petit larce- ny? Why, judge, I used to be are treating me for a fractured leg. Why don't you make me able to walk in three days?” VERY EVIDENT. New ARRIVAL—" Well, well! that looks odd—Jinks and Blinks, the lawyers, quietly sitting together. How they hated each other on earth His SATANIC MAJESTY—"" There's no coldness between them now.” SHE WAS HIS SORROW, ‘ou missed a good sermon this morning, old man. Our minister's topic was, ‘Go, bury *I didn’t need to hear it. I buried my mother-in-law last week.” a Chicago alderman.” And the jury acquitted with- out leaving their seats. > Yip WANS —_Z x, a— thy sorrow. comicbooks.com