Judge — March 4, 1899 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Sudge WASHINGTON'S BIRTHDAY IN THE FAMILY. R. UPJOHN told his wife, the night before the twenty-second of February. that he wanted his children to grow up patriotic. That he meant to commence, on the birthday of the country’s father, discussing national heroes and events with them. “ There is no reason?” he continued with emotion, “if they are directed toward emulation early enough, why one of our sons should not become a second George Washington.” s Mrs. Upiohn said she had reasons for thinking they would all do that any way. However, she wouldn't object to her husband's educa- tional plan. At the breakfast-table the next morning Mr. Upjohn began at once to tell the story of Washington's exemplary boyhood. “F've always thought his daughter Arabella Mr. Upjohn smiled. “ Have you, daughter? Can you Arabella giggled. “Because he had the sense to marry such a good-looking woman. When I'm a young lady | am going to marry the hand- somest man “—— “That will do.” Upjohn’s face had grown stony. He looked at his wife with an expression that said he hadn't really expected much of the feminine element. Johnny stopped snapping “his napkin at the cat long enough to remark, “His father's cherry-tree? He must have been a dandy to cut down his own father’s tree.” Mr. Upjohn shook his head. * Tam glad to see this paternal con- sideration, my son, but "— Johnny interrupted on his high- est key of squeakiness, “ Anybody else ‘might not ‘ve found out, but his father ‘d be jest sure to.” Young Thomas raised a greedy face from his plate. down your tree, papa.” Mr. Upjohn patted his head. “No, of course you wouldn't; and not from John’s despicable fear of detection either.” Sticky fingers were laid on his new coat, but the paternal in him was soaring amid idealities, “{ tell you why | wouldn't,” Thomas went on. “ ‘Cause then I wouldn't have any cherries. An’ I like cherries. Was they oxhearts or tartarians, papa ?” Mr. Upjohn’s face fell. “Take your dirty hands off my coat, and “ T wouldn't cut LABORERS WANTED J} AT THE S BRICK YARD A BOON FOR SUBURBANITES. Jimson’s idea for ati than ‘his neighbors, and ing his pet dog. which allows him to carry a far greater load icidentally gives the baby his daily outing. George Washington was awlully clever,” broke in. tell father why ? Use your own words.” THE PIED PIPER. stop interrupting. Of course it was not right of George, but a wrong confessed 1s half redressed.” “A wrong confessed is a thrashing !" came from John- ny. “TL know a boy'that got three in one day for tellin’ the truth.” Mr. Upjohn pounded up- on the table. “ Will you keep still? Tam not talking about you. Lam talking about a boy it was possible to!do some- thing with. George hung his head abashed. * Father,” said he.*I cannot tell a lie. I cut down your cherry-tre Here Richard, the large- headed kindergartner, raised his bony little hand. “1 really must expostulate. I have scant time to give to a discussion, or I should have set you right before, father. The tale of the young George Washington is for the most part apocryphal, if it is not, as I strongly suspect. altogether traditional. You will learn, when I have a few hours to spare for your further information, that there is much of the legendary clinging about our early history.” Mr. Upjohn lifted his strong right hand. “ There's one thing clinging about your early history, young man, that isn’t legendary. You can walk right up stairs with me and I'll show you what it VIOLETTE HALL, HE WOULD. Sunny Store Unper Kuvve: * When my time comes to die ! want ter die quick.” * Don't worry, pard ; de law pervides fer dat,” comicbooks.com