Judge — May 7, 1898 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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306 uae SPRING. (After Meleager—some 1962 years.) AT LAST the snow fast by the wall, Where longest it inspired my pen, Has sloped, and daffodillies tall Nod like shock-headed little men Upon the bank above my den, The street-piano makes its call Each morning, and to hut and hall That tired feeling "s come again. But now the efficacy 's spent Of tonics, nor will treacle blent Wisely with brimstone oust the de'il. He yields to this, and this alone— (A case in point egad 's my own !) ‘The sorcery that's in a wheel. EDWAKD W, BARNARD. A NOTED COMPOSER. A HAPPY PAIR. HEY were an ideal happy pair. Day after day they rode out in their elegant carriage together, lying back on their silken pillows with an air of indolence and 4 ease. It seemed “WHERE THERE'S A WILL,” ETC, as if she was Obadiah Pealeaf's romantic sweetheart had declared she would the only girl in not have a beau who could not serenade her. Our hero had no sing- I the svorld imé-Yoice; but that fact didn’t worry him, for he borrowed a phono- all the world graph and serenaded himself into her everlasting affections. for him. He did not leave her to go to clubs, political dinners, or horse-races. No, indeed; the time for that had not come yet. She was his constant companion and the sunshine of their home. Although a girl of the period, she did not believe in attending eman- cipated women’s societies. And she had not reached the wheel craze yet; and as for bloomers, if compelled to don them her voice would be raised in loud and angry protest. Her mother lived with them in their elegant home and he treated her with deference and regard, for to him she was as his own mother. But there was some disturbing element at work, for to-day as they took their usual ride through the park they did not look quite so happy, and she certainly acted as if she were going to turn out to a tyrant, for her voice was raised to an unusually high pitch and her sweet little face wore a look of anger and disgust, and he seemed equally A GOOD AIM. CaLLownoy—" I like to see a woman with some aim in life. Has your wife any aim 2" 2 ere ete she hit me with a plate.” annoyed. But their faces were wreathed in smiles a moment later as one msTocK—"" Vou: bet your life; just ste where Plate." of their best friends stopped their carriage, and their argument ceased as their nurse gave to each—a little boy and girl, twin babies—their bottle of milk, and all was peaceful and serene again as they were wheeled through the park in their baby-carriage. A SPRING PASTORAL. HE balm of spring is in the air, ‘The grass is green in clumps; Our goods are in the moving van, And we are in the dumps. RAR LRAVRY. ENTITLED TO CREDIT. Jasper—" Whenever a great man dies Long- hair writes a poem about him.” Jumpuppe—" Well, | must commend his con- sideration in not writing it before the great man dies.” UNWILLING TO GIVE EVIDENCE, Mamma —* Did you see Wille take my black- berry jam, Margaret ?” Margaret (whose mouth shows evidence of — PLENTY OF OPPORTUNITY. her having received some of it)—“ I think, mamma, torte See Salseiptatolet se Tommy (riding through a barley-field)— Papa, 1 must be like some of the folks in the bible that X-ray photograph. are those hairs on the barley-heads what sometimes have eyes and see not.” get into our bread?” Real Egyptian darkness secured by 7 Snap-shot of a solid shot striking a secret system of photography and re- eye ata distance of five miles from the drawn by our own special artist. Jupce roof, mud-banke near Havana harbor. How snow. flakes look to the naked ee . Polar view secured by our artist while in Poland, THE NEWSPAPERS OUTDO) (A few instantaneous photographs taken by our own special photographer and re-drawn by our own special artist from a new system of photography discovered by our own special discoverer ) comicbooks.com