Judge — March 17, 1900 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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

FORCING A LEAP-YEAR. IGHT years was a long time to wait. The girl was barely fifteen at-last leap-year; and now that she was nineteen, and 1900 was not a leap-year, she felt that the ruling which made it so. was arbitrary and tyrannical. She thought of it every time Alger- non called, which was often; and thought well tilled soon grows into action. Algernon’s supposed diffidence must be overcome ere it was too late. * Algy,” she murmured sweet- ly in the softly-shaded light of the silver parlor-lamp with a Cupid THOSE FEET, CoLorED Pusson—" Well, what is ii ‘Tur STARER—* wuz just wonderin’ whether or not you put yer pants on over yer head.” WISH AGAIN, Purs—'* Wish ma wasn't so dam hard on the cats.” stem, “do you know what I would say if you asked me to marry you?" © * s\P know what I would want you to say,” he respoided with insinuating grace. “Then why don't you ask me?" she hinted hesitatingly, nestling closer to his side. “Tm, afraid, darling,” he said in hope- fully uncertain tones. Algernon had been utilizing a good deal of moonlight in his ministrations and knew the dictionary of dalliance from title to colo- phon. « “Afraid?” she repeated in a little voice of surprise, surcharged with a plenitude of persuasion, “Yes, darling.” “ Afraid of what, Algy?” “ Afraid that you might say yes.” Ht Were better perhaps at this point to let the curtain fall upon the painful scene. WILLIAM J, LAMITON. THE MARTYR, Lent! Lent! ith no breakfast, and dinner so slim, 1 would blush if my muse should utter ‘The thoughts that arise in him. LoxG, Lavister—" Well, who'd 'a' bin a-lookin’ fer ‘im in sich a place! Well, if dat not il jest hold I guess I kin show dat pup dat —short cut is allers de long way round." — de— comicbooks.com