Judge — August 28, 1897 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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

Sage GOLDEN- ROD. THE olden-rod is blazing Along the meadow-land ; Its yellow flames are leaping, By languid breezes fanned, As lovely as the colors Of “silken Samarcand,” I watch the flossy ripples Of flame that richly blow; I watch those fairy lanterns ‘That light the after glow, And then with wistful pathos My feelings overflow. Because I know the summer Is waxing to a close And I can hear in fancy The winter as it blows, And see the back-log crackle To cheer my den’s repose. Oh, goiden-rod, you waken Grim bodings in my soul. {watch your dainty bonfire ‘That glimmers on the knoll MONEY-SAVING DEVICE, hod marvel of the sete Gotrinesxi —"* Dees asbestos nose-guard vorks like a charm. the winter's coal. don'd haf to t'row avay mein cigars half-smoked any more.” QUALIFIED APPROVAL. Harkins—" The lord bishop of Niagara says that young men ought to go to church on Sunday mornings and ride their bicycles into the country on Sunday afternoons, I think he's CLO DE MERODE. right, don’t you ?” Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Graces dear to gay Paree! Hunker—* Yes, he's right, with the possible exception of going to church. Doubt not, they will be as dear (And cost us vastly dearer), here; While, with your tresses hung that way Your ears can't hear what gossips say. IN THE WRONG PLACE. SSYVILL they run?” repeated the salesman. “Run? 1 should say they would run! Nothing leaves our establishment, madam, without our guarantee.” He thought she looked rather queer as she re- marked that she guessed she would look a little farther ; but it was not until some time after she left the store that it dawned upon him what he had done. Then he went to the proprietor and, like an honest man, made a clean breast of the whole busi- ness and threw up the job. “The fact is," said he," you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. A man who has sold cheap watches all his life isn’t the man you want to sell cheap cal- ico prints. JUDGE'S FAVORITES. A vcr? FIN DE “CYCLE” VICTORY. She used to be a seashore peach, A leading “ pebble on the beach "; Expert at golf and tennis each Was beautiful Clarissa. But now she’s taken up the wheel And, pushing it with fervent zeal, She caught a feller by this de: ‘And the blow almost killed sister. A LATER KIND. Teddy (bolding in bis hand a dark and a green xrasshopper) —"* Mamma, why don’t one get ripe quick ‘s the other ?* JUDGMENTS FROM MR. MCGARVEY, WHIN yez say nothin’ yill, Th’ brains av some min should wear tin-ounce gloves. "Tis biter t’ hov a shwelled fut than an inflamed oidea, A young lady will whin sh’ tall taith, Finnegan, th’ omathon, claims th American aigle ’s a goat. Th’ world is full of bum- ble-bays, growlin’ around, saikin’ whom they may de- vour. It takes th’ man who knows nothin’ a long toime t’ till what he knows. Many th’ man_ thot's proud av his stringth can’t lift a little sivintain - dollar — his dream turned into a nightmare and he woke up! _— mortgage. t looks wid her A SOLAK As Cholly Reacher ecstatically surveyed Miss Anngular's sylph-like figure he voted her a dream; but a moment later. when the sun x-rayed those thin sleeves. EXPOS! DAVID H. TALMADGE. comicbooks.com