Judge — January 8, 1898 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE'S FABLES. SEINE day a rat, while meandering Y along the beach, came upon a succulent oyster which was asleep. Calmly introducing his nout, he allowed himself to be hed. A moment later, how- ever, he reared aloft and fetched the oyster a belt upon a near-by rock, shattering its shell and al- lowing the sly rat to devour the foolish bivalve at his leisure. Moral —The end justifies the means, wm. com. NEW AND OLD. HE bells are ringing in the new ; But, if the truth be told, Some things are really better new And some are better—old. A PLEASURABLE END, Nosky Newsctarrer—""Some men are more lucky dan others, even in dyin’ Hoccy Hocax—" How's dat? Nosey Newscuarrer—" W ler here who was drowned in a beer-vat tells of a fel- FOLLOWING THE RULE, Teacher (giving out words to spell) —" Sell.” Child—" S-e-ll.” i Teacher— No; you must say double |, not { LL Now spell * seen. Child— S-e-e-n, Teacher—" Haven't 1 just told you to say the word ‘double’ when two letters alike come together? If you do not remember next time | shall punish you. Now let me hear you read your lesson.” ‘The lesson—" Up, up, Lucy; it is time for A SLY COO) Farsex Joxes—" [ thought T heard some one at ther chicken-house, an’ they wuz two fellers come in school.” | hyar, thet’s certain ; but they shorely must hev hed wings ter git erway ‘thout makin’ tracks.” . “ i | "Kastus (in the rear)—"* Golly ! dis is er close shave. But Ah reckon dis scheme uv walkin’ backwards Child (reading)—" Double up. Lucy; it is : ‘Il puzzle him long ernuff toe let me git erway.” time for school.” NEW-YEAR REVEILLE. WHEN gray upon the barren hills ‘The New-year's morning broke, The field of battle yet was dark With wreaths of drifting smoke, No sound disturbed the frosty air, ‘The trumpeter was dumb, ‘The drummer-boy was white and still Beside his gory drum, ‘Then softly from the leaden skies ‘The flakes began to fall And wove about the mangled slain ‘A broad and spotless pall ; Save bere and there upon the snow A stain of crimson spread, Where, living yet. but motionless, Some wounded soldier bled. ‘The drummer-boy was one of these ; Ilis breast with shot was torn, Bat through his heavy lids he saw The light of New-year's morn, And feebly feeling for his sticks He struggled to his knee And bravely in the falling snow He beat the reveille. Ie called upon his ebbing strength ‘To sound it with a will, It rolled along the sheeted wood And up the stormy hill. Beneath his frozen coverlet The dying captain stirred, And far away the flying troops ‘That thrilling summons heard. ‘They raised the tattered flag anew ‘And stopped their wild retreat, . PEACE AT LAST. And once again took up the march FInst ASSISTANT TOASTER—"' Your honor, there are two new arrivals waiting in the reception-room. How shall I With strong and steady feet, dispose of them ?" XK While fainter on the icy wind H.R. H. Satax—" Who are they?” ‘They heard the music ride, Fixst ASSISTANT TOASTER—" One says she’s been running a boarding-house for twenty years, and the other says he's As, beating still the reveille, been living in a boarding-house for twenty years.” ‘The little hero died. suxwa snvinc. IL. Re H. SATAN—" Well, make them as comfortable as possible. Both have had hell enoug! comicbooks.com