Judge — August 14, 1897 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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uage RETRIBUTION. HEY were the three prettiest girls at the resort, and they stood on ithe porch watching the new ar- rivals clambering down from the “bus. During the unloading proc- ess the look of anxiety on the three faces deepened to one of disappointment, and as the last occupant alighted the belle in blue serge said with a sniff, “It's a hor- rid shame!" “So it is,” assented the damsel in the B linen sailor- suit, settling her tie. “I dont know what mamma could have must be a fool, or he wouldn't come to see her.” There was a moment of sus- pense, and all eyes were fixed on the approaching wheelman; and then the linen sailor tittered and the black velvet collar said joyous- ly, “Isn't it too good 2” The wheelman was a young woman in gray knickerbockers and scarlet cap. And that was why the blue serge swept up the stairs a few seconds later in scornful silence. VIOLA PRATT. A GOOD THING IN A PINCH. been thinking about to come here.” OUTGROWN. . : OOD-BYE, old legs! The days are “Not a single young man among the z G ieee ? whole lot,” plaintively murmured the girl with Fl } : When Uasighe Sander forth efth thee the black velvet collar. “Oh, dear!” Down pleasant lane. o'er dewy lawn, “I thought Jack would surely be "— Sunset or rise of moon to see. began the blue serge sorrowfully, when a I ne'er will run with springing knees smothered shriek from the black velvet collar drowned the rest of the sentence. “Oh, girls!” cried the black velvet collar excitedly, clasping her hands, “it’s a man—on a wheel—there in that cloud of dust coming up the road! Whoopee!” (The black velvet collar hailed from the west and always waxed slangy under exciting circumstances.) “It’s Jack! it's Jack! He said he might come down on his bicycle,” ex- claimed the blue serge, gathering her skirts about her to descend the steps. “Ob, how nice! Are you quite sure it is he?" chorused the others. “Yes, indeed! I can always tell that gray suit and red golf-cap as far as I can see them.” “ Be sure you introduce us, dear,” cooed the linen sailor, giving her Pan- ama hat a more coquettish tilt. “Why, really, love, it’s hardly worth while. He'll only be here this evening, and he never cares about meeting strangers. You won't mind, “Not at all,” black velvet collar. y it unpleasant to meet people not in one’s set—so embarrassing afterward, while the linen sailor mut- SANITARY, Kite clothes-drying device for avoiding the germs and microbes. High and dry above the city's tainted atmosphere. ith her nose in the air, as the blue serge floated down the steps, “Horrid, selfish thing! Who wants to meet him, anyway? I'm sure he TWO WAYS OF GETTING A FOCUS. Friznp—" You are so dreadfully cross-eyed 1 don't see how you can shoot straight.” Cross-EvED sPORTSMAN—"'I fire both barrels at once.” What time hear the dinner-bell, Nor stretch thee out with blissful ease When I have sauntered long and well, Good-bye, old pegs. Good-bye, old legs! Long years ago, When “ prunes and prism" ruled our whims, ‘Vulgar it was to call thee so— We even blushed to call thee limbs, But time's revenges come around And right all things sometime, some- how; Now lost-to sight, as then to sound, ‘Thou wert not then, thou art not now. Good-bye, old twigs. Good-bye, old legs! Old limbs, adieu ! For buzzing trolley, flying wheel, Have broke the tie ‘twixt me and you And rent thee from me, hip and heel Shrink up, thou poor, untrousered things ! What boots it now what name you bear? ‘ Small need of legs hath one with wings. Go, join the tail I used to wear. Good-bye, old legs. ROBERT J. BURDETTE. A CLASS: DISTINCTION. Frayed Francis—" De feller kick- ed me wid a hobnailed boot.” Highbred Hilary (proudly) — “Mine wore patent-leather shoes.” she NOT A WALKING-MATCH, Mr. Goopriine (indignantly) —"* See here, you rascal! You told me Tornado would win in a walk.” ‘Tour (coolly)—**An’ so he would ; but dis wuz a runnin’-race.” comicbooks.com