Judge — November 26, 1898 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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ANGUAGE OF EARS. We often hear of the language of flowers, of the language of gems, and even of the handkerchief or of the fan; but there is one language as yet unpraised and unsung which in refinement and beauty of senti- ment surpasses them all. We refer to the touching: and beautifully expressive language of the mule’s ears. Notice how yonder sad-looking mule shows his feelings by the speaking attitude of his ears. They hang out- ward in an almost horizontal position and express the sadness of the wearer's heart. If we follow the exam- ple of writers on the language of the fan this attitude of ears might be said to mean “Tired—ob, yes; so tired, dear!" Anon you will see one of the ears swing forward and point toward a yellow dog which is ap- proaching: If both ears were brought forward it would signify’interest merely, but one alone means “Ido not love you.” As evening draws near we see a most beautiful bit of sentiment expressed in this wondrous language. The ears are then{ thrown forward at an angle of about forty-five degrees and, aided by the tones of the mule’s silvery voice, give expression to the beautiful wish, “I want somebody to love me.” MILTON COLLINS. A VERY LOOSE FIT. Tatler —* Well, sir, don’t you think the coat fits all right?” Grimshaw—" it fits me just about: as the pet name of baby fits a freckled, sag-mouthed boy of seven.” IT DIDN'T WORK. Mr, Earwig is very deaf and nervous. He hasa faith(ul hound, which he attaches to his ankle when he retires to rest, so that his mind can be at ease regarding fire and burglars. But last Thursday his dog heard the dulcet yelp of a once dear mate in the street below —— . —and Mr, Earwig got a very sudden awakening. WHERE THE CHICKEN GOT THE AXE, “Farmer WAYBACK—" Well, good-bye, Bill,'and be sure to bring the whole family over to our Thanksgiving dinner to-morrow,’ ‘Tie CHICKEN (in the background)—"* I can see my finish.” DIFFERENT CIRCUMSTANCES. +e] CAN'T tell the Bainbridge girls apart,” remarked Goldsborough. “They are twins, you know.” “You seemed to know which was which when we were calling upon them. last night,” replied Throckmorton. “But they weren't apart then.” BUTCHERED TO MAKE. A_HOLIDAY. HE gobble: is full of woes, ‘Thanksgiving ’s now on deck. He's feeling blue because he knows He'll get it in the neck. FALL FASHIONS. Everett Wrest—“\ wisht I had a trousers- stretcher. When a feller puts his pants in one uv de tings the kin take it easy an’ know dat all de time he is restin’ de stretchers is doin’ deir work jest de same,” Saunter A, Long—“Yes; but a bloke ‘s got ter go ter de trouble uv sprinklin’ his trousers before he puts ‘em in de t'ings.”” Evverett Wrest—* Naw, he hain’t. Jest let him wait fer a shower ter come up.” A BOY’S REGRET. AFTER reflection said my son, “If I were like George Washington, Who could not tell a lie, I could not, just for politeness, Say ‘ Thank you, po!" when I meant ‘Yes!’ When asked to take more pie.” on A WISE TURK. Tue. FAT TU! drenching, rain-spout— KRY—''It may seem foolish to thrust myself beneath that ——Hiat the shrinking'effect that the water has on my plumage saves my neck, ERes Cc