Judge — December 16, 1899 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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

A DAY’S SHOOTING. ee HE dusty golden globes are bare of leaves And ripened through and through ; The watchful crow hovers above the sheaves, Black specks against the blue. Bare are the winding roads and sere the trees: No sweet, late flower nods to the loiter- ing breeze; No sweet, late bird-song breaks the charmed spell Of-new, strange silence. . . . It is just as well. And just as well that I, too, should be mute, For—what's the use? . . . Since chilly break of dawn I've roamed by mead and wood, by field and lawn, With gun and bag. The day is nearly done, Andsoam I... - There is not any fun In shooting when you can’t find anything to shoot. MS mavcRS, THEIR LOSS. Prominent populist— The party will feel the loss of Colonel Gabb, who deserted to the Repub- licans, pretty keenly, won't it?” Second populist (also prominent)—" You bet! Why, he had the most rep- resentative set of whiskers in the whole county.” WHAT HE WANTED. Looking for a chance to work, eh?" REDEASY—"* Oh, no: simply lookin’ fer a job so’s I kin git a chance ter strike.” REASON FOR INTEREST. . * AMERICANS are taking a deep interest in the czar’s suggestion for the disarmament of Europe.” TROUBLE WITH THE BOERS. “True; our manufacturers would like the contract for beating the European swords into plowshares.” iif ’ / WH) fy COMPARATIVELY MILD. Costican (teeeping)—"* She refused me an’ bruk me heart !” Casey—"* Tush, man! ‘Thot's betther than marryin’ ye an’ breakin’ yer head.” comicbooks.com