Judge — August 20, 1898 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE'S FAVORITES. LUCILLE CLOVER. (Clover trio.) Some search the meadows over For four- or five-leat clover, Bat few thus find Lucille by candlelight. 1¢ press the four-leaf clover For luck ; and Lucille’s lover— But that's another story—so, good-night. THE PASSING OF THE BRITON. 6G PAIN'S next war,” with England.” “ Well," replied the haughty hidalgo, “ England deserves a good trimming. But why do you think she will be our next victim ?” “ Because after subjugating America we will have sev- eral issues to settle with England, among them the Alaskan boundary and the seal-fisheries questions, and Spain, as of old, will maintain her rights.” said the great grandee, “ will be WORSE THAN INJURED. Spanish aide (in alarm) —“ Diabolo! are you hit, excel- lenza ?” Spanish general (infuriated) —" H-i-t! Caramba! I'm ruined, That accursed yankee shot has carried away ten thou- sand pesetas’ worth of bravery medals from my, breast.” A BAD PART. “Say, Tom, pretend yer a Spaniard an’ let de gang play wid yer fer five minits.” wage UPON MY LADY’S THRONE. RONDEAU, PON my lady's throne the light displays No wondrous fabrics, no, nor dazzling rays From golden ornaments, nor jeweled stone ; Nor even is it caren wood alone Whereon she sits, adopting lovesome ways, Toreign. And no, tis not with blooms ablaze, ‘Nor done in ferns and mosses by the fays; Indeed, no single beauty e’er was shown Upon my lady's throne, And yet she likes it, after many days Of queening there, and lo, its joys amaze Its very self, whene’er ‘tis haply prone ‘And she is seated—bat the knees, I own, Are weary, if for very long she stays Upon my lady's throne. PHILIP VERRILL mIGMELS, NEXT! THE Reverend Ebenezer Johnson of Georgia had been holding very suc- cessful revivals at a little seaside town. A day was appointed upon which he'was to bap- tize a number of converts. The day was very cloudy, the sea rolled up on'the beach with an angry roar. When the time came the Reverend Ebenezer waded out with the first convert, but just as he immersed him an unusually rough wave swept the poor fellow away and he was soon beyond reach. The Reverend Ebenezer looked after the drowning man as he was carried out to sea, and, lifting up his eyes, said, “ De Lor’ gave an’ de Lor’ has taken away; b’essed be de name ob de Lor’, Next!” YES, HE DID. “At the first call he went to the front.” e A MAN OF NOTE, THE tenor made a bet, And he did not fail to win it, One of his long-drawn notes He could hold for half a minute. T have done better still, And without a bet to cheer ; One of his long-drawn notes T have held now for a year. ONE THING LACKING. +s}JOW did you enjoy the circus, Ezra?” “Pretty gocd, only there warn't a Spaniard in the whole menagerie.” THE HEIGHT OF DIS- COMFORT. Cobwigger —“ You can't break a man of tobacco. He will do anything for a smoke.” Merritt—“ Yes; even travel in a smoking-car.” comicbooks.com