Judge — October 2, 1897 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE'S FAVORITES. MAUD HoBSON ("IN TOWN"). Yours, Maud, the grace of form and face How greatly would my Neart rejoice, INT'were only Hobson's choice? A SONG TO THE AUTUMN. T! are the days when the slanting rays Of the sun are soft and the copse displays Its topaz and garnet and emerald hues That garnish the hills ; and the sapphire blues Dance in the waves of the lakes and the bays. These are the days when the veiling maze Of the Indian summer softly lays On wood and fen, and the partridge brown Kustles the leaves that are fallen down And flies from the hunter who comes from town, These are the days when, above in the haze, ‘The goose flies high on a wing that flays ‘The crisping air, and his honking call Is a warning safe of the flight of fall, And winter that comes with her withering pall, These are the days when eyes are ablaze And Cupid refuses to listen to nays, And promises summer in hearts all aglow With love, and he'll bring it, I verily trow ; And that is the reason my pan of praise T cound for the fall with its jewels of days, PMILIP VERRILL sIcorREs, PATS SOLILOQUY. * Poor Tooley! phwat a pity he niver lived t' injoy his loife inshoor- ance ' Oh, wa-al, Oi s'pose we'll all be did some day if we live long enuff.” age HER RAPTURE, S SHE bent over, gazing upon it ardently, her golden hair, tum- bling about her fair face, and her great childish blue eyes made a picture worthy of an artist’s brush. With tender hands she laid it among its folds of snowy linen and lace, while she sang a happy song of love. Joy filled her soul as her eyes took in every curve and beauty of her pre- cious treasure. Then with a sigh she covered it cafefully as it lay in its soft bed. It uttered no sound as she placed it softly down, but her happy smile told the truth—it was her first theatre hat! HIS SOURCE. Tommy (whose questions had been legion) —" Pa, where did Adam get the names for all the animals ?” Father (absently) — “ From the dictionary, of course.” Catamount Cat (sizing count uv ther men a man kills, all holler !" Gray to the young author, “why don’t you try writin’ somethin’ for our family paper? They print some pretty poor pieces once in a while.” LOGICAL. Tramp—" Ain't got a cent but I ‘want to git across.” Ferryman— “Well, if you're without money you're as well off ‘on one side of the river as you would be on the other.” 2 TIS mesilf thot niver saw a man thot wor more silf-supportin’ than a hammick. MISTAKEN INTENTIONS. Miss DE RICHLEY (anticipating)—* It is useless, mamma, for Mr. Prosey to come here so often, I can never be more than a sister to him.” Mus. Wipow be Ricuey (dy/r)— “I fear, my dear, that it will be impossible for you to be a sister to your mother's second husband.” SUNK RWER,| HOTEL. — MORE TRUTH THAN POETRY. the exclometer)—""An’ this leetle contraption hyar is ter keep suppose? Derned ef it don't beat making notches on yer gun WORSE YET. Mrs. Srkockett —"'T'll give you something to eat if you'll do some work for me.” WILLIE —"" Saw wood, I s'pose ? Mrs, Sprockett—** No; clean my wheel.” comicbooks.com