Judge — November 12, 1898 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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Photo, by Miner. JUDGE'S FAVORITES, VIOLA ALLEN IN ‘* THE CHRISTIAN.” Viola, gentlest fair, in form and face, In voice and action, thou art of the race Of Shakespeare's heroines. Whatever part ‘Thou playest takes the tinge of classic art, A FREQUENT EPITAPH. N° MORE he'll ever greet us, He now is with the blest ; He got appendicitis, And the doctors did the rest. A MODERN TRAGEDY. CHAPTER I. [te CONCEALED anguish was visible on the face of Mrs. Bro- cade as she waited in vain for a down-town car, At last she succeeded in hailing a passing cab. A sigh of satisfac- tion escaped her as she seated her- self in the vehicle. Her two-dollar fare would make the driver hasten. She must reach her destination be- fore twelve o'clock. : CHAPTER 11. “Geet up!” snarled the driver. With leathern lash he viciously urged the horse to greater speed. The vehicle bounced over the car- tracks and the determined passenger ~ shut her tips resolutely and held ° tightly to te seat. The hands of her watch pcinted to eleven-fifty- seven, The horse was covered with * foam and he breathed like a roarer. Mrs, Brocade’s destination was yet four blocks distant, Silently she Thine own distinction is of much avail murmured a prayer. Relentlessly To what is glorious in Glory Quayle. her watch ticked off the seconds. . She must not be too late, | CHAPTER III, | It was now eleven-fifty-nine, but the splendid building was a block away. The sight of an extra dollar spurred the cabby to make a supreme effort. As the cab stopped the horse staggered and fell dead. Mrs. Brocade pushed her way through the throng and entered the building as the clock sounded the last stroke of twelve. She was everlastingly too late. Before her eyes swam a pile of rich fabrics. A minute ago they sold at four dollars and ninety-eight cents. Now they were five dollars. ONLY AN INFERENCE, S6\VHO was Diogenes?” sid the teacher to Freddy Fosdick. “ Diogenes was a woman of Ath- ens,” replied the boy. “ Freddy, how did you get ft {itd The disappointment was more your head that Diogenes was a Wo than Mrs. Brocade could stand. She man?” sat down and wept. wares cuau. = “ Because she was always lookIng . 2 ) fora man.” F HOW WE DO IT. Z : =— EPITAPH. NO,SPANISH ship is hard to build— HE'D riches in plenty, "Tis really naught but play; But soon it sped; For when we fight with Spain we make Poor to the grave went he ‘A squad run every day. When he was dead, IT MIGHT BE SO. Clingstone — He strove to get wealthy, But lost his health ; Then strove to get healthy And lost his wealth. }o you suppose it 1. Jones noting that his companion is rowing at fall speed secretly drops is true that the British have defeated ut the anchor— the dervishes, as reported from Egypt ?” Freestone —* Why shouldn't it be true?” Clingstone —“*1 thought perhaps dervish might be father to the thought.” 2, ——which was a capital joke on the oarsman until — 8, —the anchor caught in a submerged rock. QUICK RETRIBUTION. comicbooks.com