Judge — June 25, 1898 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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SHE SANG OF WAR. RONDEAU. HE sang of war, and I upon the flute Made havoc in the ranks, and played acute And direful wails, and sobs and woeful sighs, Commingled with the clarion battle-cries ‘That rose above the melody’s dispute Of chords and notes. Adown the thunderous route Of strife her fingers charged till I was mate, As, smiling peace and love from out her eyes, She sang of war, I cried, ** The battle ’s won ! and now ye loot My treasure-heart of love, and aye, ye shoot Mine eyes with glances ; lo your prize— Your contraband of love before you lies !* But when I'd give her lips a chaste salute— She sang of war. PULIP VeRRILt saciELs, THE USES OF AFFLICTION. . WHAT mek yo" walk lame-like, Mistah Smallwood? I reckon yo's gittin’ ole.” said Uncle Jasper to the deacon, with irritating raillery. No, I ain't a-gittin’ ole nuther. Hit's ” Photo. by Morriton, Jub FAVORITES, EDNA MAY. Fo" Moses, istah Smallwood, what a fuss a ole man do mek, sure ‘nuff. I got co'ns, “Belle of New York for many a day, but dey doan hu’t me.” With fortune’s favorites, and ours, Jour place is “Umph!" grunted the deacon. “ Yo" cain’t tell when de rain 's a-comin’, Yo" might as Would tally be a waste ot tes well hev plain feet.” n smiling here your own bewitching face is 1. Miss Peist—'* Dear me, parson ! isn't it shocking to see those boys playing ball on Sunday morning ?” Naw Minister (just from Yale—" In- deed it is, I have half a’mind to stop and reprove them, and—Great Scott !— 3. —and palls it down — \W4 4a" Ai 6. ‘Excuse me for just one minute, Miss Prim, | i 4. —and makes a quick return tothe plate—— 5, ——and—judgment—how about that, umpire?” Just watch my coat and vest till I go over and polish | off that robber umpire !" THE ATHLETIC PARSON AND THE SUNDAY BALL-GAME. comicbooks.com