Judge — August 7, 1897 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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EALIZATION. ‘They pulled a wish-bone ; ‘* What wish was yours?” She asked with a smile benign. ‘A wish that has been, and still endures— “Tis the wish to call you mine.” ** And 1,” said she to her lover true, “+ T wished that what you wished would come true.” ABOUT THE SIZE OF IT. Mrs. Hoon (looking up from her newspaper) —" I have just been reading that ‘horror’ parties are all the rage out in Indiana, What in the world is a ‘horror’ party?” Old Hoon—" Any kind of a party.” MIGHT BE WORSE. Mrs. Cobwigger—* Oh, what do you think? A thief got into the refrigerator and stole the leg of lamb.” Cobwigger—" Pshaw! From the way you went on I thought he had stolen the piece of ice.” IDEAL SUMMER RESORTS, First riy—"* Where are you going to spend the summer?” SKCOND FLY—"' I'm going down here to a beard. ing-honse where tney don't keep ice, and wade around in the butter Where you going ?” Fixst FLY—"'Oh, Ive found a family of three bald heads down in the country, and I think I shall hang around there." NOTHING NEW. AGAINST tthe claim that electric lighting is a modern invention comes the assertion that Noah undoubtedly had an ark light. THE DARKY PREACHER. E PRAYED the Lord the whole wide world to bless— To be a father to the fatherless, To comfort all the widows in distress, And be a widow to the widowless. THE PECKS QUOTE HYMNS. Mrs. Peck — At Mrs. Strongmind’s funeral to-day the choir sang ‘When this pdor, lisping, stammering tongue lies silent in the grave.’ I think I should like that hymn sung at my funeral, Henry. * Have you any better hymn to suggest?” ‘CrLoe—" Sho lv he hab, pappy. Didn’ 1 dun see him ‘ligiously holdin’ his han’s toe his Mr. Peck (timidly)—" No, my dear,‘ Trans- haid at chu ch «is berry day ?” : i a Uncix Mose—" Va as; an’ he got dat haid frum a load ob gin he got at de s'loon larse night, Ported by the view, I'm lost in wonder, love and Pat's whad ‘counts fo" de way he held dat haid, woman. Doan’ talk toe me !" ARITHMETICAL, VESTERN, ] SAW her on the balcony, A figure most divine— A shape that Venus might have owned, Superb in every line, She was the idol of the crowd Who waited on her words. MATERNAL “* Doan’ try toe make me bel ‘There was enchantment in voice, The music of the birds, ‘To-DAY. I see her in the foamy surf— Alas! the startling change. Not Venus rising from the sea Now comes within my range. Her beauty then, her oddness now, I contrast with a sigh As I remark unto myself How figures sometimes lie ! HIS IDEA OF IT. Mrs. Snickers— Vow do you think a bathing-suit ought to be fitted?” ‘1 Mr, Snickers—"\ think a pie eae i . bink: Vistror—"* So you have hired a house ‘way out in the country just to get rid of your cook? When do you move?” surf-fic would be appropriate. Mxs, Newiywap—" Why—er—just as soon as she finds out from some of the neighbors that we're going to move,” comicbooks.com