Judge — June 11, 1898 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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THOSE BEHIND. SHE pinned a rose upon his blouse And kissed him long and sweet. The order rang, the ranks were formed ‘And moved adown the street. For some must act, and some must cheer, And some with tears are blind— Which braver—those who haste away, Or those who stay behind? While yankee tars on yankee ‘ships Uphold Columbia's name, ‘And boys in blue on land and sea Her sovereignty proclaim, Each shot strikes hearts whose tender throbs The gunner ne'er divined— God aid the forces at the front. God pity those behind, ‘And many a mother weeps and prays, ‘And many a lass is wan, And many a father dreams of days When he was marching on, Y, Hh ‘And many a one finds peaceful paths é With duty stern combined— A MATTER OF SAFETY. 4 Heigh-ho! there’s much for those who fight. Mrs, Justwep—" Oh, John ! you say that if I should die you would drink There’s naught for those behind. like a fish, neglect your clothes, chew tobacco, smoke opium, write jokes, never wowinheaeen shave, and go to the bad in every way?” : f Mr. Justwep (firmly, but srecetly)—"* Yes, my dear; you can bet your sweet life I'd fix myself to's T'd never be an Inducement to a woman again.” A DECLINE IN VALUE. Maud—*1 thought Ethel would die of grief when the young duke refused to did she die? - — Maud— No; she STANK So ran off with her coach APPROPRIATE, DOROTHY was riding along a country road when she noticed a dead apple- tree. “Is that the kind of trees that raise dried-apples, papa?” she asked quickly. AMERICA TO CUBA. (April, 188.) COME, take my hand, little child, Weary of sobs and cries. ‘The night was long and the storm was wild, But morning is in the skies. Light comes over the land, Terrors and darkness wane. GALLANT. Dear little child, then take my hand, “Don't be frightened. He won't bite you.” For you never need fear again, T ain't askeered o' the dog ; I'm a-envyin’ him, that’s all.” MADELINE §. ARIDGES, A PTERRIBLE PTHING. Promaine poisoning caused the death of Timothy Tut- tle at Tompkinsville, Tennessee, Tuesday.—. TIMOTHY PTUTTLE of Ptomp- kinsville, Pthere by pthe ptide of pthe Prennessee, Ptrustingly, pthoughtlessly ptook his fill Of simple food from pthe earth and ptree. Paper. On Ptuesday pthis, and on Prues- day pthen He pthreaded death's ptrackless ptangle pthrough. (Oh, pterrible pthought is pthis pthat men Ptoy with death in pthe food pthey chew !) Ptomaine—death in each morsel of meat, Death in pthe root, in pthe grain, in pthe tree! A SUFFERER FROM INDIGESTION. Oh, pto forget (alas! we must eat) Mrs. SHoRTWED—"* What are you looking in the cook-book for?” Pthe fate of Ptim Pruttle of Ptennessee. SHoKTWED—"* To see if you made that cake right. It mentions the flour and the butter, but it doesn’t DAVID M, TALMADGE. say anything about the two pounds of lead.” comicbooks.com