Judge — September 30, 1899 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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THE BAFFLED “BRAKIE” AND THE FOXY HOBO, 1, Enracep rret ride on dis freight mi 8. Hoso—"No need uv jumpin’, I ain't loafed all me life on freight-cars widout knowin’ how ter uncouple, Ta-ta!” HOW THEY SEEMED. ‘TrachEr—‘ Now, Robert, what is the shortest day in the year and what is th " Re longest T—* The last day of vacation and the first day of school, HIS IDENTITY. *e] KNOW, Bro- ther Dunk,” said the minister in a solemnly-consol- ing voice, “that your affliction is very hard to bear; but remember, my dear friend, that our most severe trials are often blessings in disguise. Don't you see that there is consolation to be derived even from our troubles if we only permit our- selves to be sus- ceptible to it?” “It ain't a mat- ter of permittin’ myself, Brother Longnecker,” re- turned the honest agricutturist be- tween his groans. “I'd like to do so, but I can’t—I ain't built that way—for the reason that I'm not a character in a book, but only-a plain old farmer with the rheuma- tism gnawin’ at me.’ FTER all, the most eloquent passages in modern literature are those which, for some subtle purpose of NO. IV.-(NOT) CLEVELAND (OHIO). genius, have been Jupce’s design for stained-glass windows to be placed in omitted. the national museum at Washington, D, C. A SACRIFICE, (A SPIRIT lagged upon the road “ Tlello !" cried out the saint. Come in. Unto the pearly gate; Your record ‘s clean and clear. So languid was his step, and slow, Why do you halt? For endless bliss He made Saint Peter wait. You will enjoy up here.” “ T know,” replied the soul ; “* but then I did not want to roam, You see, I had to leave the earth Ere Dewey got back home.” MC LANDBURGH WILSON. comicbooks.com