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Photo. by Pach Bros. JU 'S FAVORITE: MAUDE ADAMS AS JULIET, Dear Maude, on independence day ‘Our thoughts revert to themes of glory, And compliments we strive to pay ‘0 names beloved in song and story. Dewey, the hero, first is set Oni ght scroll, with homage due: Next comes our heroine, /u//et— ‘Rod who ts Jufiet but you? A FOURTH FANCY. 'O BRING G, Washington up to date Tas a patriot feel ‘That he should ride with smiles elate In fireworks on a wheel, A CLOSE RESEMBLANCE. Mrs. O Donovan (readjusting her glass- ¢s)—" Vez risimble yure mither so mooch, Norah, O'd know yez her daughter if Oi'd niver seen aither av yez.” TO BE PITIED. AS BETH went bya vegetable market she saw exposed for sale a box of crooked- necked squashes. “Do see,” she exclaimed, turning to her mother, “that box of poor little bump - backed pump- kins!" AN INGENIOUS PLEA. Freddie—* Didn't one of your ancestors fight in the war of the revolution ?” Cobwigyer—" Sure he did, my boy Freddie Then X don't you think you should buy me more than a quarter’s worth of fire-crackers to cele- brate the day ?” ~ Mr. Rosenstein, the pawnbroker, closes his fourth of July pyro- techaic display with the above burst of glory. FOURTH OF JULY, 1899. AMONG the fags. the starry flags, Some scorched and torn with shot and shell, Or blurred with rain, or frayed to rags Each with its thrilling tale to tell, Some bright and new. hang out, I say, A dark-blue union jack to-day. For out upon the lonely deep Our brave Olympia homeward sails, Heneath the stars that never sleep. Beneath the sun that never fails. And for her sake hang out, T say, ‘The dark-blue union jack to-day With Dewey's name on every tongue, lis fame a beacon through the world, When to the morning wind is flung The flag defeat has never farled. Beside its glory hang, I say, ‘The dark-blue union jack to-day. HOW THE TRAMPS GOT THE BEST OF THE ARTIST ON THE FOURTII OF JULY. comicbooks.com