Judge — March 26, 1898 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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200 THE LEAF'S SHADOW. =, HE oak-leaf 's on the tree ; [xe | Its shadow gayly blows With elfin witchery On day's light-silvered snows, In the air, clear and sharp Upon the drift's expanse To winter's wild wind harp I watch it frisk and dance, And see in day-dreams brief, Though bleak winds moan and croon The shadow of the leaf Beneath the summer moon. BK, MUNKITTRICK VERY UNSUITABLE. Dillingham—"\ suppose that soft tan gloves are never used in prize-fights.”” Kilduff —* Why not?” Dillingham—" They would be unsuitable.” " Kildug—" How so?” ; HIS RATING. Dillingham—" Because a soft tan, sir, turneth Miss Tyro—"' Mr, Wall, is Conner rated a-1 in Dun’s?” away wrath.” Watt (the broker) —""1 guess not. He is rated a. g. by duns.” NO LONGER FIT TO WEAR. MAuMa made Dorothy a new calico dress. While mak- ing it she feared the figures were not fast colors, and the first time it was washed her fears were realized. When Dorothy saw the frock after it came from the wash she said sorrowful- ly, “1 can’t: ever wear that again, mamma, it’s with- ered so.’ THE stern reali- ties of life we can bear; ‘tis the superficialities. that FOR SEVEN-UP PLAYERS. , , undermine and See how the jack evades the ace— % PURELY OPTICAL JOY. eventually annihi- Eludes his kingship too— . * Do you know I'm delighted to see you, Mr. Mushbrain ?” late ch: To at last be caught in the queen's em- * Aw—indged "" jate character. brace. “Yes; my eyesight has been so bad of late that I was growing fearful that I might lose it." I see where he's right—don't you? A LENTEN PROBLEM. -ARISSA woke one sombre morn, “* What sacrifice,” she mused, all fill my life this Lenten-tide? What pleasure shall there be denied, What luxury refused 7° Then spake that inner monitor, ** Clarissa, tell me true, Wilt give up club and golf and tea? . Thine idel—fair Society— 4 Wilt cease her worship too?" “These are as nothing,” spake the maid ; ** Set me a harder task. At flowers and bon-bons — fun and dance— At vernal styles I'll look askance— Some greater trial ask.” ** Thou bidst me find a harder one,” ‘Again quoth Conscience grim, ** Well, then—thy constancy to prove, Fair eremite—wilt give up love? Deny thyself to—him ?" Clarissa sighed and mused a while. ** Oh, Conscience dear,” she said, “These forty days I'll give to you ; Good works, good deeds, I'll gladly do— If evenings I have Ned.” (And Conscience shrugged himself \d took a ‘ ‘And murmured as he'few, The THE REGULAR SPRING CLEANING. same old thing.”) Mrs. Rosexcartex—" Got your spring cleaning all done, Mrs. Cohen ?” SAMAM S. pmarT. Mrs, Conex—"‘All but little Rachel, She has a bad cold, so I haven't given her her bath yet.” comicbooks.com