Judge — June 25, 1898 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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LOVELY WOMAN. FOR ber to see a game of ball Should make her mind expand ; It shows there's something after all She does not understand. THAT'S HOW. Cumso—" Fosdick has moved from the third floor of his apart- ment-house to the fourth to show his admiration for Kipling.” Cawker —"How does that show his admiration for Kipling?” Cumso—* Why, that’s another story.” BOTH HAPPY, [8 HOLIDAYS there isa reason, They always oceur for the best. His wife is away for the season, And so they will both have a rest. ACCOUNTING FOR IT. ID you ever note the frequency with which Breet puts his index-finger to his forehead when engaged AND YET FRIENDS. Browne—" How are you, Tom?” in the discus- USED TO THEM. Tom—* Well, thank you; but my slon of an im: Mas. ComstonstaLk (reading)—"* Here is a coun- portant case?” try minister who has left the pulpit to become an actor. Browne—" That's strange. Whi “Yes. I Tso’t that terrible 7” wag FE ange. Ye P Mr. Comsonsrak—*Oh, I don't know. The I saw her sitting at the window, sew- suppose he is donations of eggs and vegetables which he will receive ing.” aie oe te ‘will come quite natural to bim.” Tia VS CTRNG Bie court or some: mend.’ body will lose sight of the fact that he has an intellect.” % : MERELY A WONDER. ' - POLE Throckmorton—" Exe made her appearance while WITHOUT A R!DGE-P a peat Adam was asleep, we are told.” Goldthor pe—" That is right.” Throckmorton— | wonder if she seized the op- portunity to go through his pockets?” TWAS the first time Nan had seen a flat-roofed building. “1 should think that house would want its hair ;-erted in the middle too,” she said, “ same 's the other.” A THUNDER-STORM., HE thunder round the mountain rolls, Loud-roaring like a Gatling, And down the hillock caracoles The gay and festive fatling. The wind the wowd.sbed neatly And whirls it with elation ; The Shanghai rooster drips and droops In siient meditation, The lightning Rashes o'er the lea, Where all the trees are wail- in ‘The storm-king wipes with fiendish glee The tom-cat off the paling. The storm has passed and all is ig o'er the hill— ‘The road is German mustard. The pigeon iridescent glows, While from the bloe sky tum- bling ‘The rain-drop sparkles when it blows— The bumble-bee is bumbling. And through the tormpike’s muddy le, sre Aeguacking and s-cigeling, A DOUBLE RESEMBLANCE. i ducks parade in Indian file, Farman Oatain (sedly)—'* Children are jest like a brood of ail: As they get old enough , Thelr tails serenely wiggling. go from the old nest in ao) direction.” k = pes ee ET Ee eee art et i¢ goon ya Faruan CoRNcRIB (more sad/y)—"* Ya-as; jest like quail. As soon as they mate away they come back to the old feed- ing-ground again.” vi y comicbooks.com