Judge — January 8, 1898 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Secale tiv nce o ‘ ‘THE WONDERFUL MAGICIAN. I. “Now, sir, choose a card, and I will tell you the one you have taken without seeing it, — DEAD LEAVES. LURED by the wind, some hidden goal they sought, And passed, like mem’ries of an ancient woe— Wan botterflies of dream, the moonbeams caught, Roaming the shadow-fields of Long-ago. A GOOD RESOLUTION. Mfrs. Hokmboddie (musingly)—" And to-mor- row is New-year s day Mr, Hohmboddie (lighting his cigar)—" U-um! yes.” Mrs, Hohmboddie—" John, the idea of your making me such an answer as that!” Mr. Hokmboddie—"\ corroborated your state- although it was not grammatical. To-mor- will be New-year’s day.” Mrs, Hokmboddie (lottily)—" Thank you very much for the correction. Of course grammar is much more impoctant than noble thought or high sentiment—to you.” “a ee mn Mee AN EXCELLENT SUBSTITUTE. an’ pile it in the yard?” FARMER JON Mrs. Noc somethin’ ter fcare the tramps away.” Kin yew bring me a cord of wood to-morrer, Mister Jones, But I thought you burnt nothin’ but coal 7" 3 but my dog died yesterday, an’ I've got ter hey stop smoking.” Biter don’t suit you, eh? My man, dat dog “Oh, he suits me, sir; but you see, being a couldn't bear to have him endure a life of misery.” Wrot's de matter wid ‘im ?” —" The same trouble as myself—we're both afraid TICK, TICK, TICK! TICK: tick, tick t In the heart of the summer wood ; But I have no bottle of vaseline, Nor magic balm for the blood! O well for the spiders who weave ‘Their nets for the forest flies ! well for the gnats who circle and sing In the lashes that fringe my eyes! And the cunning chiggers go down To their haven under the skin; But their little red heads will never come out ‘They're tucked so cozily in! WILLIAM He, HAN, Mr. Hohmboddie—" Ob, come, now; don't be se- vere.” Mrs, Hohmboddie—"\ couldn't be severe at such a time as this, any more than I could be frivolous or com- monplace * : Mr. Hohinboddie (trying not to smile) —* Well, tell me why my answer did not please you.”” Mrs. Hohinboddie (seri- ously) —"Jobn, dear, don't you feel that glorious thoughts come to us at the beginning of the new year? We realize that we must lead higher, better lives, separate ourselves from our selfish- hess, renounce our bad hab- its, and try to do better.” Mr. Hohmboddie— Iris certainly a lovely way to feel. dear; but I didn’t: suppose you Aad any bad habits.” Mrs. Hohmboddie — “You dnow Lhaven't. I was thinking that you ought to TIT. How he knew,