Judge — May 20, 1899 — page 10: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

uae HIS CHOICE, THE summer git of ‘ninety- nine Gets compliments a nlenty ; But as for me, I'd much prefer A summer girl of twenty. HIS ANSWER. ++ }{O0-EE, uncte!” cack- led the old codger's little nephew. “I've got one for you.” “One what?" snarled the veteran, whose rheuma- tism had hectored him till he was as savage as a hyena with a burned nose.“ What have ye got, har?” “A charade, uncle! My first is a participle ; my second a is part of a suit of clothes; my jestie third is a letter; my fourth is Wife? generally found in front of a . thing house, and my whole is to wont examine. What "— : —o “BREAKING TH s." “Are And I'v AN INCORRIGIBLE GAMBLER. Bee Aud Eve gos Juv * Ten dollars fine, sir.” WHEN YOU'RE IN ROME. one for you !" broke in the old ** Well, I'll match you — double or quits.”” man ina tone of suppressed **(COME, girls,” said the correct traveler to his daugh- thunder,“ My first is an impiement with notches along the edge and is called a buck- , ters, “ get your water-falls on; welll be in Niagara sa; my second is a heap of sticks of timber called the wood-pile ; my third is a space of in twenty minutes.” time called over Sunday ; my fourth is a hickory limb called a gad, and my whole is an ul- timatum that if you don’t scatter right out of here, grab my first and saw up enough of ANSWERING AN OLD QUESTION. my second to last my third I'll take and dust ‘your jacket with my fourth till I whip you Edith — Davie, what is love?” clear out of it and everlastingly cure you of comin’ around and addin’ to the misery of my Davie—"\ dunno ezactly; but i's somethin’ yuh rheumatism with your lambasted charades. Git along, now!" get only once; like the measles. Jimmy Bludso’s brother 's got it now, and his pa and ma have had it and got over it, but Jimmy says ‘taint catchin’. Ms that I ANY ONE OUGHT TO KNOW. Mistress (to Norah)— “What must be the condition of a person in order to be buried in consecrated ground ?" Norah (in great surprise) —* Dead, mum!” LITTLE BOY BLACK. af ITTLE Boy Black sat half the day , On the steps of the old red house, Watching the little white boys at play, Like a poor little frightened mouse. He wondered why they passed him by With never a kind look back, And why they'd play all a summer day— Bot never with Little Boy Black. Little Boy Black was five years old ; His father and mother were dead. His granny fought off hunger and cold And gave him his milk and his bread. The boys would scan her little man, As the old fence he peeped through, mt T ceany Little Boy Black's small hands are crossed V\ ty On his little white-shrouded breast, And nevermore will his heart be tossed On the waves of his deep unrest. ore His sobs and sighs, his sad, wet eyes, Are silent and calm to-night ; His soul has flown to a fairer zone, y. Jimmie, are yer goin’ ter blow me ter some hokey-pokey— wot ?” : Where Little Boy Black is white. Jusnure (sotie'doce)—" Holy smokes! She's got ter have ice-cream. Dis is de ‘ white man’s burden * for fair.” JO RAREST MCCAIN, TOO TRUE. comicbooks.com