Judge — January 8, 1898 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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A GENERAL. 1. CLana—"'Oh, dear Harold! I hear pa unchaining the dog.” Haxoup—" Ha! I expected it; but 1 came prepared says he,‘ I'm a poor man, an’ I've took trouble to git it, an’ it’s an order, an’— that's all.” Mr. Upjohn dives into his pock- et again. “Ob, for it—pay for it, do! We may be driven, Mrs. Up- john, to planting this interesting for- est of ours to dwell in, We could find roots and herbs to subsist on, I sup- pose.” Florence be- gins opening a let- ter lying by her plate. “I don't be- lieve they have brought us quite to that, dear. letter from my cousin up in the Catskills, Just listen; RECEIVING A WARM RECEPTION, The man in the pan is he who on earth kept his wife and family perpetually in a stew. uae Florence sets down her coffee-cup with an excited click. “Oh, yes, Jack; now I remember about that man. He's the one Mrs. Hathaway gets theirs from every year. Don't you recollect how last Christmas, when the needles all fell off of ours, we told her to engage us one with hers this season? I had completely forgot- ten it, Last year is so far off.” “Tell him how many we have—he won't hold us to the bargain.” Jane shakes her head. “I did, sir; but he says, ADDITI SOUTHERN FARM-HAND—" help you outer them stocks. Ba San (agonizedly fraind fo" life.” you were here, to see about. gaged it | venience ’"— Flossy drops perhaps she has some diverting news for us. this morning, c. 0. d., the Christmas-tree you asked me, in the summer when Do you remember? You said you had such a Poor one last year, and you thought our mountain-spruces so lovely. dered it through James Haines; but after it was gone I was sorry to hear from old Peter Roe that he had already shipped you one. summer too. Hoping the complication will c ONAL INQUISITION. Heigh ! what’r you bellerin’ for help for? Tain’t de stocks, sah. Fo! de Lawd’s sake kim ober an’ mow away dis long grass dat's ticklin’ de soles ob mah feet, sah, an’ I's yo'r the mi: ive upon the table, * Tean't ‘Dear Flossy—I forwarded lore He says Jack en- se you no incon- Seven Christmas- I, ——Excuse me a moment while I put on this English bull-dog mask I took along in precaution,” Mt! AN EVENING MIST. OST in the silence of his ruined halls, ‘The old year stands aghast ; And lo! a mood of tears as be recalls The glories of the past. Bared hill and field and broken haunts of June, Weird in a paling gleam— Distorted mem'ries of his golden noon, He sees them in his dream, JOHN DAML WHITE HOW SHE PROTECTS BIRDS. Helen— Why, Angelica, dear! you surprise me. Just look at those feathers in your hat! I thought you belonged to the bird protective association ?” Angelica—"\ do; 1 am a charter member. I wouldn't wear a whole bird ‘on my hat—not for the world, poor little things! These are only wings.” trees!" she exclaims. “I don’t remember a thing about it; do you?” Mr. Upjohn went out into the hall to say something. His good-bye to his wife when he started down town was, “Did you ever hear of a Christ- mas-tree hung with Christmas-trees? That's what ours will have to be.” HIS CALLING IN LIFE. MV S08 shal sit on England's throne, With all that job entails ; For, judging by his midnight v. He is the prince of wails, ALL THE EAR-MARKS. Little Ethel —* Mamma, Percy went and looked for an hour at a naughty picture, then tore it up so I couldn't see it. Mrs. Goodie-Goodie—" Little dar- ling! John, dear, hasn't he the making of a great reformer in him ?” IV, Harotp—" And now, darling, what was it Iwas saying a moment ago?” comicbooks.com