Judge — July 23, 1898 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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DESIRED PROPER TEMPERATURE. IOROTHY'S father, who had left home with his summer clothing on, was detained away on business until late in the fall. “It greatly troubled Dorothy lest her father suffer from the cold. “Finally, she made it an object of prayer, “Oh, God” she pleaded, “ please make papa warm; make him so warm he'll have to turn down one of the quilts; and then, dear Lord, please make him lukewarm.” A NECESSARY PRECAUTION. Stranger (at Madrid bull-fight)—"Ab, you have the bull covered with one of your suits of medieval armor. ‘That is to give him an ad- vantage, I suppose?” Native —* No; that is to keep the natives from eating him before the fight comes off.” NOTHING BUT WAR NEWS. ErHEi—“' Do you remember the exact date of Angeline’s marriage ?° PeneLore—" Kr—no, but it must have been before the war—there was two columns ‘about it in the newspapers, if you remember.” SUBMARINE TERRORS, THE Spanish navy's strongest part Can really not be seen, For though it was not built that way We've made it submarine. THE SAD TRUTH. PRECAUTIONARY. "¥ ‘i Cora —* When can a woman be said age nu DOGTOR (cheerfully) Your husband's pulse has dropped fm 4g have reached an uncertain age?” 2 Mrs, STocKson —"* For goodness sake don’t let him know about Merritt—* When there can no longer. ONCE knew a woman and her face it! He's a bull operator and such a drop as that would worry him to _ be any uncertainty about it.” would be a-bloomin’ death." Till yet ; But whate'er the fates would do, man, in a way most inhuman She'd fret. If her husband stayed away longer than a half a day. No matter what the messenger he seut to her might say, If her children disappeared a minute, romping at their play—she'd fret. If a storm came up and thundered, then she worried and she wondered— You bet ! And if only once you blundered she would put it down a hundred And fret. She fretted and she stewed o'er the mi- crobes in her food, O'er the innocent bacillus in her system she would brood, She would magnify her troubles to their greatest magnitude—and fret. Every day without a-trying she would come so near a-dying She'd fret But she'd come to life a-crying, and goon with her sighing And fret, Till along one day came Death, and he Have oe anaY her breath— aving nothing left to fret with was the ACWARRIOR'S FALL. So they nailed her in her coffin, and the “Hey, Jimmy ! T kin tell yer all about him. His name is Mud-in-the-ear an’ he wuz wid de Buffato Beef wild ‘Sone above her saith, "Don't fret.” show; he's de hero of a hunderd scalps, an’ married his pale-face washerwoman from Kilkenny. He's askeert ter go xourxr j. sueostre. home, ‘cause dey's had a quarrel an’ she’s a-layin’ fer him wid a rollin’-pin.” comicbooks.com