Judge — April 9, 1898 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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uae JUDGE'S FABLES. THE FOX AND THE PEACOCK. FOX once, hard pressed by hounds and hunts- S| men, approached a peacock and said, “ Royal ° sir, I have seen many a beauteous aggregation of tail-feathers in my day, but really your bunch is incomparably gorgeous. May I not have the exquisite pleasure of stepping behind you to feast my eyes on your prismatic hues ?” “Why, certainly,” replied the elated peacock, bristling out its-feathers and backing up to- ward Reynard, thus entirely hiding him from view; “certainly—take a good look.” “ How lovely !” murmured the fox, winking the other Have the hunters and dogs quite gone by?” “They have,” replied the peacock ; “ but why?” “It reminds me that I have an en- gagement,” replied the fox; and again thank- ing the vain bird for its exhibition he bowed politely and set off leisurely in an opposite direction to that taken by his former pur- suers. Moral—We often cater to vanity when its serves our turn. W. R. COOK. : A DRUMMER. — Hycoanp Hupeet—" Can yer assist an‘ old drammer, ar HEAVY SACRIFICE. Ee **\YVHAT sacrifice are you making for Lent this year?" asked Mrs. Hampack of Mrs. Mrs. Cuink—" Yes; it, pains me to see a veteran Uikcoaris needy. Here's a quarter. By-the-bye, were. you ever at ayte. * i : Chancellorsville?” “Thave decided not to get a divorce this spring, but to devote the money it would cost HaGcarD. Hupeet — “ Never, to the endowment of a bed in a hospital.” lady. De bakin'-powder concern I wuz drummin’ fer kep’ me allers in northern territory. ‘Thanky, mum.” PARADOXICAL, Badger—"\ think I'll take to play-writing.” Fox—* Whatever put that idea in your head?” Badger—" Why, the fact that it is only in this line of work that failures A RESEMBLANCE. are microbes in Uiser? he maid */JAMMA, you don’t Emboldened by co- know why Easter quettish glances, Sunday is like the leter Meee eee goon ott" Said Freddy Fangle. the head. “No, 1 don't, Fred- oe milling, Ue dy. Why is it?” THE BLOW ALMOST KILLED MOTHER, chances, “Because it is the ** Goodness gracious, Willie! what a dirty boy ! Fepen end of Lent.” Go right into the bath-room and scrub your face off.” ‘ OUR EASTER BRIDES. WE BEAD each year the same report, ‘The growers’ dreadful plight, ‘And how the frost has ruined all The oranges in sight. Bat though this happens every time The weather takes a drop Tt never seems to harm at all Our orange-blossom crop. Me LANDBURGH WILSON, A NEW USE’ FOR HIGH- TEMPERED .WOMEN. Salina (to Dorothea, noted for her readiness for repartee)— “Ah, dear, it’s a lucky thing you are going to marry Professor Theonine. A chemist will find you very handy.” Dorothea—" What do you mean, Salina?” THE EASTER COLLECTION IN THE FAR WEST. Salina —“ Why, you will PARSON BANGUANG (a3 Deacon Bedrock passes the box)—"* On this occasion, brethren, how easy it is for me to see, by the always have a retort ready for smiling faces and prevailing cheer, that you feel it is your duty to give to the full extent of your pocket-books.”* him, you know. comicbooks.com.