Judge — January 21, 1899 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Suage KARL KUMMON'S FIRST INTERVIEW. AT! mein imbressions ohf America? Vell, I dunno; bud.I vill tell you. If Noo Yorg vas so vide as it is high, vat I see from der deck ohf der.shteamer, it vas bigger den Chermany. "Vat I dink ohf der Dreyfus case? Vell, if der Cherman gofernment bought any segrets from dot feller Dreyfus der Cherman gofernment vas a goot ting. If der French had any segrets dey vould haf given dem avay sooner or lader, anyvay. “Der Cherman emberor? Vell, dot’s a funny ting. Ven I vas in Chermany I ached for der chanze to gall him by der baddest name in der dictionary; but now dot I vas avay from Chermany der soft shpot in mein heart for him vas so large like mein whole body. “Der Sbanish var? Vell, vat you exsbect ohf der Sbanish? Dey don’d trink beer. “Tam clad you vas asg me apoud der emberor's visit to der holy lant. Ain’d he a foxy peoples, hein? Der Enchlich, dey goes py Echypt mit five tousand millions ohf solchiers und meets der French mit five tousand million millions ohf solchiers, und dere is der deffilto bay. Bud der Cherman emberor, he fills his poggets full mit bum-bums und bretzels und lifervurst, und he goes by der sultan ohf Turkey all alone und he gifs him a liddle talk, und der sultan says, ‘Cerdainly; dake all you vants.’ Und der Cherman emberor he don'd meet no French or no ohf it to der Cherman beople, und keebs der Enchlich, und he puts der whole holy lant in his pogget, und he gifs some obf it to der bope, und some rest, und all it costs him vas vat he toog in his poggets. Und dere is no fight, und der Enchlich und der French vake up und say, ‘ Gif me a kick; I vas a tam fool.’ Und der Cherman emberor laughs und says noddings. He may be a var-god, bud he has a head like Pismarck. “Vere dol go from here? Vere is der nearest blace vere dey haf imborted pilsner PAUL wast, THE MAIDEN'S SIGH. AS SHE sadly shook her head Mournfully the maiden said, * Thou art false as thou art fair!" ‘Then her white hand upward sped And removed her golden hair— Which she hung upon a chair, DONE FOR HIM. Margie (whose father is a great reader, to Edna)—* Does your father like to read, too ?”” Edna (innocently)—" I dess he don’t have to, for he says when he comes home late mamma al- speaks volumes to him.” NOT DEAD SURE OF HER. “| wonder if she'd sic der dorg on me if I wuz ter fall on me knees an’ tell her I love her?” BALLADE OF SKATING. THE, bracing winter breezes blow, While overhead the arching sky, With merry, twinkling stars aglow, Lights up our pathway as we fly. None could be happier than I ; For, with a heart light as a feather, What other wish could mortal know Than thus to glide through life to- gether? Heer little mittened hand of snow, Now mine to squeeze, she'll slyly try To disengage, the while we £0 On crescent blades: feet asthe spry ‘And wayward wind that rushes by. Tho! cold without, no winter weather Lies in our hearts. There's more of woe Than thus to glide through life to- gether t But Mary will not have it so, For when I speak of love, with eye Downcast and many a timid no She sets my amorous thoughts awry, Until I wish that I might die. But though it be by wood or heather We skate, no other thought will grow Than thus to-glide through life to- gether, ENVOY. Mary, pray hearken to my sigh! What matters the useless why or whether? There could not be a happier tie the day of steam-power is over, Why, consummit! they Just then, however, considerable movement was stirred Than thus to glide through life to- usin’ ‘lectricity fer everything. I'll bet the day h: by the power of steam, gether. janes yay o'connais. distant when steam won't be used fer movin’ nothi comicbooks.com