Judge — October 1, 1898 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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218 Suape WHAT HE HAD IN HIS GRIP. + THERE,” said the good old business ‘man in an undertone to his junior partner, “ is the very boy I've been looking for—just such a chap as / was when / first came to New York—one of those sterling country boys who says his prayers every night and morning and always carries a bible in his gripsack.” The lad referred to was a common, every-day sort of country boy, with clear, blue eyes, an honest, sun-burned face and horny, toil-worn hands, He had strolled modestly into the senior partner's private office, grip, umbrella and all, and had cheerfully applied for a position in the cashier's department. The scent of new-mown hay was yet upon his clothes, and an aroma of recently digested hay diffused. itself quite pro- miscuously from his boot-heels. Turning toward this’ sterling product of the hill and dale, the good old business man said kindly, “So you want a job, eh? What have you in your grip?” “ Wazal, sir,” answered the boy slowly, and dwelling with evident ps relish upon each article, “I've got two pairs uv silk pajamas, a pair uv rai) yaller shoes, a pair uv patent-leather shoes, six pair uv Yaller stockings with green and black stripes, four pink shirts and one blue shirt, a green necktie with blue dots, a alligator belt with a silver buckle on it, a white yachting-cap and a pair of golf-stockings.”” “ Yes, yes,” said the good old business man solemnly, and evidently a little staggered at the fin-de-sigcle wardrobe of a country boy up to date, “ but what else have you there—far down in the corner of your grip—what have you there worth more than all the rest—that little book your mother gave you at parting, and "—— “ Wacal,” interrupted the country boy as he slowly and deliberately closed his left optic, “ if it's any uv your dum business, I’ve got me mother's pocketbook there, with forty-seven dollars in it; but the old lady didn’t give it to me —well, hardly. I swiped it on the stingy old lady the night I skipped.” HIS WINTER RESORT. WAS out at the seashore all summer, And much I have reason to fear, Since so much of my stipend was swal- lowed, T'll be out at the elbows all year. THE WAY TO DO IT. Griggs —“ Pshaw! those Span- iards couldn't hit the side of a barn.” Grinkam —“ Ob, yes; 1 know of one of them who did.” riggs — "He did? How ‘d he do it?” Grinkam —“ He stood inside of the barn and tried to fire at some ‘Americans through an open doorway.” CARPETS LaiD ell. Pete, what's the matter with your voice 7” Oh, I’ve got a frog in my throat.” THE END OF THEIR LAY. Hen RiettA (reading sign on store) —"' I say, ducky, how insignificant that sign makes us appear! An egg or two is our limit.” How the boys of the eighth curl their mus- taches when in fighting trim, GIVING A_ BLESSING. SVEREND BILLWHACKER te- ceived a present of a dressed chicken Tuesday. Wednesday a church brother from out of town brought his family of five to eat dinner at the parsonage, and they were a little puzzled when the parson said grace.” * What did he say ?” “The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh, away.” AT THE SEASHORE. [ MET a little summer girl Of eighteen years, she said. Her hair was somewhat out of curl Around her pretty head, ‘She had a calm New-Yorky air, Though she was outing-clad ; Her eyes were fair, with a frank stare ‘That somehow made me mad. ** How many men are here this year? How many may there be?" ** How many? Seven in all,” she said, And gayly winked at me. ** And where are they ? I pray you tell.” She answered, ‘* Seven there are ; Two of them to the Klondike sailed And three have gone to war.” ** You say that three have gone to war ‘And two have sailed the sea, Vet there are seven! I pray you tell, Sweet maid, how this may be ?* * One,” she continued, ** comes to-night, One left this morn at ten ; And yet, sir, Iam sure I'm right— ‘The count is seven men.” * Explain yourself, my bonny maid. T cannot understand How you may claim these wanderers Who rove o'er sea and land.” She waved her hands before my eyes (The pretty, dimpled things !) And on them, to my great surprise, Shone seven diamond rings. ** And so, you see,” the maiden said, “ They will come back to me, And there are seven ; what matter, then Where each of them may be?” CAROLYN waits, comicbooks.com