Judge — April 1, 1899 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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EASTER LILIES. FTER the storm and the ruin And wait of the long, long night, They broke from the fearsome darkness ‘And won to the meed of light— Shy spirits the music of spring Hath lured from the loveless sod, And fain in the Easter joyance They hold up their hearts to God. And I of the wandering kith From out of the years storm-blown To this sheltering garth of time, These days that I count mine own— O Master of soul and blossom, That I as Thy flowers may be, When after the fearsome darkness Thold up my heart to Thee! TOWN DAML wHKLTR A BOON TO RECORD-BREAKERS. Junce’s patent racing-machine. All records will be smashed by this supple. mented driving-power, and wind-resistance can be reduced to a minimum FROM THE RURALVILLE BAZOO. ovr truculent friend and fellow-citizen, Colonel Wickwire, having taken exception to certain statements derogatory to his character, which ap- peared in the last issue of this paper, we cheerfully make the retraction desired by him by stating that we are the most unmitigated liar in town, with the saving clause that we believe our mendacity is both amusing and instructive. We also do the best and most artistic job-work to be had in the county, and publish the only live and reliable newspaper in this town, Now is the time to subscribe. THE EASTER ANGEL. © GHE'S delightful to all beholders, She's an angel, he's sure of that ; Bat, instead of upon her shoulders, She wears her wings on her hat. NECESSARY TO .KNOW. Minister We need aynight-watchman for the church. If I gave you the job do you think you ANOTHER BOMB OUTRAGE. could keep awake ?” Keb Rtoxpax—" Gimme ten thousand dollars quick, or I'll open dis can uv Army-beef Afan—" Do you preach at night?" storK—" This cold snap makes me 3 vel Bs aes . Guess I'll take a nap.” 3 —We've got him! It's frozen hard, 4. Ime stuxkK—" Murder! Let go my feet!” Sir ry 6. Tux storK—"* Talk about shooting the chutes "* A COLD SNAP, comicbooks.com