Judge — April 9, 1898 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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aid was hastily called in. The physician turned the body over and pulled from the victim's hand a newspaper. “ Shall we send for a coro- ner?” they asked. “It is needless,” replied the doctor. “The Spaniards have kilied him, He has been reading war-extra number sixty-nine.” J. J. MRRNAN. THE KID. HE EYES the chicken-coop and then To go inside he begs ; He wants to see the rainbow-hen That lays the Easter eggs. THE NEW STYLE, . syou are not up to the style in Easter-hat jokes this year, Mr. Snickers,” said the editor, after looking over some of the humorist’s manuscripts. “I'm afraid I don't gather your meaning, sir.” “It is simply this. Your Easter-hat jokes are built after the old model, while this year it is imperative that Easter-hat wit- ticisms shall be birdless ones.” A SNOW-SQUALL THE HORRORS OF WAR. HE room was in a state of utter dis- order. A wooden reproduction of the Alhambra was smashed upon the floor, A statuette of de Soto was hacked into pieces. A bust of Cortez had been shattered against the wall. A colored print of Ponce | de Leon had been torn from its frame. From the broken keys of the piano protruded a dusty copy of “In Old Madrid.” sticking through the paper model of acaravel. The landing of Columbus had been set on fire, and the bodies of four sailors were partially consumed. The story of the armada had: been torn from a history and flung about the room. Broken book-covers on the table matched the battered edition of Washington Irving. It was a scene of carnage and annihilation. Broadcast on a rug was the body of a husband and father. Blood oozed from a score of wounds; the walls were perforated with bullets, and empty cartridge-shells told the tale of strife. It seemed a clear case of self destruc- tion, but no one dared to name the awful crime. Medical He was quite dead. , E R ‘ A machete was SAME RATES, Weary WILLIE (reading)—"* Tennyson, de poet, used ter git a dollar a word.” __, CHAUNCEY CHILLBLAINS— ‘* Dat's about de same rate I used ter git—when I sassed de judge.” A GOOD WAY, 6] WONDER if Spain real- izes that this is Lent,” said Cumso, “ Why ?” asked Cawker, “If so, she ought to give up something, and I don’t know anything better than for her to give up Cuba,” NO CHEQUES. THE college boy now grieves about This paradox unwitting ; Because his father's loving care Appears so unremitting. \ AN AQUEOUS LADY. 2 She (to the doctor)—" How did you find old Mrs. Dawes?” The doctor —“\ found her head nearly submerged. She had a waterfall behind and cata- Tacts over both eyes.” Sat A FITTING SENTENCE. Junce (lo prisoner)—** You have been found guilty of attempting to abduct the plaintiff, Miss Antique. Have you anything to say why sentence should not be passed upon you?” s Priso} Juvcr * Nothing.” Fifty years in the state lunatic-asylum.” EASTER MORNING. ] GATHERED flowers to deck my tomb at night And strewed where hopes and dreams were locked in sleep: T felt the veil of shadows round me sweep And wrap me in its folds ; I heard the flight Of fluttering wings that upward soared to light. T only crouched down in the gloom to weep. The crescent moon swung up the starry steep, Tears and repining blinded all my sight. The perfume of the lilies soothed each sense. I slept and dreamed, the hours throbbed on and on. ‘A song-bird woke me caroling its lay, The dew-gemmed flowers caught the frankincense Of chime and song ; it was the Easter dawn And love had rolled the stone of grief away. HMMA PLAYTER SEARUKY, A DEEP MYSTERY. Bridget (alone in the kitchen, closely scrutinizing the colander) — Shure, an’ Oi'd loike t' know how wan can till th’ days an’ months wid th’ loikes av thot.” AN OBJECT-LESSON, MotHER 1gN—"' That, my dears, is a pict- ure of the bogey man.” comicbooks.com