Judge — April 22, 1899 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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Photo. by Bushnell. JUDGE'S FAVORITES. BLANCHE HATES. t lose your head, and you may make still more. nd fire wt a thoroughbred You may run a great race—if_ you only don't bolt garded as experience, but it ONE OF THE OLD, OLD STORIES. pepRius, young—so young that she expected to make the great city stand and deliver at the point of the pen. Of course she began at the wrong end. Having read her bible and SI speare from earliest youth, and drunk other wells of English, undefiled and otherwise, she aspired to criticism. She tried to get work of that kind until, more fortunate than Diogenes, she found an honest man when lool an editor. He told her as tenderly possible that she was a little fool and she believed him: whereupon he thought she was not yet a hopeless case and “ gied her a sicht 0” gude advice.” Acting upon it she besieged newspaper offices with mss. on every subject under heaven. She climbed narrow, unswept flights of stairs or was whisked about in express elevators that took away her breath. She waited in offices that were dingy, and she waited in offices so re- splendent with plate-glass as to sug- gest that the inhabitants of those erys- tal palaces should be especially careful in their employment of David's weapon of offense. She was received p tly and courteously by overworked men, and she was snubbed by idle oflice-boys in shirt-sleeves. It was magnificent, ree AS NOL Success. One day she packed a whole mood of loneliness, homesickness and heartsickness into a few lines of verse. Vhilistines, she picked up the little song with the rest and left it with Asner’s, Next day, gathering up a sheaf of rows to launch at the brains of the Months passed, The weeklies had printed several little things of hers and she had received fot a little less than twenty dollars in —so that she had probably paid her postage and car-fa and might be a little to the good. She did not see her poem again until one day it caught her eye, printed in Anner's! over that copy of Anner’s a are made that way, aK NEW PUNCTUATION-MARK, Teacher —* Can any of you children tell what an interrogative sentence is 7” ’atsy (confidently) —“* Please, mum, it's one o' them sentences you always put an ear after.” A DEAD FLOWER. THE last swart leaves from off the burialeplace By impious winds are hurled ; And, lo! this eerie mem'ry of a race anished from the world — A shrouded mummy—tombed by autumn here— Whose fair lips long have waned, Waiting, through hours of dusk and doubt and fear, A day that never dawned She was still so very young that the magazines spelled fame to her. She had gotten mss. back time and again, and received them smiling, but she cried like rain ain over the cheque which came a few days later. Women ‘OFF AT BUFFALO.” Erne —" Percy asked me to marry him ” Eprrn —“‘And ft suppose you put him off indefinitely. E1net— Oh, no. I put him off definitely, °& la Buffalo," SPRING LAYS. BRISKLY the poet pipes his lay And gets it into type: While slowlier, to much better pay, ‘The plumber lays his pipe. AN EXPERT ACCOUNTANT. Mr. Cross—*" V heard Stoxon Bonds com- plaining to his wife about hard times, via the transom.” Mrs Cross—" And 1 noticed that his type-writer had a new diamond.” FIDO PERSPIRES. remarked Margie, loki family dog, “ zat Fido lites hot weazer— his mouse is waterin’ for more A YARD OF PUPPIES.—( With apologies to Demorest's Family Magazine.) comicbooks.com