Judge — May 20, 1899 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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THE REVENGE OF THE JILTED. A VISION OF DEAD BIRDS. SAID the woman with the dead bird on her hat, “* Now I could never do a thing like that; but, then, I'm so tender-hearted "— And the car that minute started. 7 fatal She was sitting just across from where I sat, NS So I could not help looking at the bird— The bird whose brilliant feathers never stirred; Whose taxidermized skin The warm life once held within— She was talking somewhat loudly and I heard. T Ane Linco" Dat gal trows me down Said the woman with the dead bird on her hat, an’ has de nerve to tell me who she marries. — ** Well, I could never understand a cat. Some women are so mean, T wish you could have seen "— But a bird it was that I was looking at. ‘A pearl and opal stretch of southern sky, Where happy, circling wings go sailing by; They have builded them their nest. Snarers know this time is best, For they buy—they buy a bird's dumb agony. Said the woman with the dead bird on her hat, ANOTHER TECHNICAL MISCUE. “It's a shame that there are creatures such KouN—"A man bas got to be prédéy particstar now: as that. adays how he adverdises.” Why, a woman without pity "— ° : 1 was thinking, in this city Koun—"'I vill told you. Yesterday I adverdised for 1 A a diamond expert. and, selp me Moses! if mein shtore There are thousands of dead birds sewed to Sin'd been oferrun all day mit base-ball blayers looking for a hat. mac, Amestnonc. —chobs.”” " Wd LS 7 ly wt") / INGENUITY. Jones, who had no hose, utilized his bike by filling the punctured tires with water, and now it isa pleasure to water the lawn, NOT QUITE APPROPRIATE. ++ ]'M GOING away,” moaned the unhappy man. “I can’t stand it at home any longer. When I married my wife I thought she was a jewel; but if any one was ever treated as a complete nonentity in his own home I am that man. She doesn’t even give me warmed-up love. She rarely speaks to me except to compare me with her first husband. But now she’s piled the last straw on the camel's back. She's been sending out invitations to celebrate her silver wedding at our house next week. And I shall rebel.” . - “ Why, I don’t see,” replied the sympathetic friend, “ why her wishing a silver-wedding observ- 3 Mn, Jonnson—" Waals yeres de fi ance should seem unpleasant to you. Still, you were not married twenty-five years ago.” ent, anyhow.— “Good heavens! no. She married her first husband then.” 6. —Um, ab! dis looks warm. It's a ham!” comicbooks.com