Judge — August 7, 1897 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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

Photo. by Fath. JUDGE'S FAVORITES PHYLLIS RANKIN. She nf Parisian fame Was apt at beauty's came, But well you stant compare ; ‘And, Bnyliis. we're compel To own you hold as fair A hand as Anna Held. TOUCHED. SE YOU see me as 1 am, said the broken-down humorist, as he solicited alms from the benevolent pedes- trian; “and yet I've worked in return?” “My manuscripts!” moaned the miserable men- dicant Moved almost to tears, the benevolent pedestrian handed the wretched man a crisp, new dime and went on his way without a word. Nea 24 Fanstex Green know what the horses are goin’ to do?” OLD norsk Sage NEXT TO IMPOSSIBLE. THOUGH memory recalls all things, Our griefs and pleasures spent, It never can bring back to us ‘The money we have lent. PROVIDING THEM PRACTICE, Keedick —" How wonderful are the ways of nature.” Fosdick — In what respect ?” Keedick— It brings along the green- apple season just when the young doctors are being graduated.” HOOT, MON! Mr. Magazine Editor : Should auld acquaintance be forgot, ‘An’ never brought to min’? Then why print so much canny Scot, And not a word o° mine? NEW THINGS AT NEWPORT. Old club man —"1 suppose you've been busy all winter inventing new dishes for the summer season?" Hotel chef —* Not much! I've had my hands full getting up new names for old dishes,” rs. “* Don't worn, A GOOD ACCOMPANIMENT. They are singing “* We won't go home till morning.” ete — —— which was true. THING THE MACHINES CAN'T DO. ‘If they keep on usin’ bicycles an’ horseless kirrages, I'd like to THE FIRST OF THE SEASON. “* Why do you think you are his first love ?” . Because he got here only last night.” HOW WE WALK. +4] KNOW how we walk,” said Willie, “We put one foot down and let it stay till it gets ‘way behind and then do the same thing with the other, and keep doing it.” A DILEMMA. [7 WAS at the picnie-pary, And the river and the moon And rambling with the pretty girls Rewitched me—soon, T took Mollie on the river First, and Nellie, after tea, And in the moonlight popped to one— Which can it be? IUOITH sruncen. IN HARD LUCK. Mrs. Jersey Meadows —"\"m ‘ou missed the four-ten train Mr. Jersey Meadows — So am 1. But that isn’t the worst of it. While waiting for the five-forty Jobson came over and told me about the cute say- ings of his little boy.” THE HUSBAND'S LOT. WIUILE madam to the seashore hies To pose as fashion's ruler, His watering-place, forsooth, must be ‘The office water-cooler. DOESN’T ALWAYS WORK. Farmer Furrow —" Cheer up, deacon ; you know-all things come to him who waits ” Deacon Dewgood—" Humph ! Did you ever catch a hen by laying for it?” RECIPROCITY. HE FELT quite sure she loved him, and He turned the gas down dim ; But when he asked her for her hand The maiden turned down him. comicbooks.com ;