Judge — March 24, 1900 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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= BY a little loving ceo note that to her arms soon brought her Roy. She sang for him—O, how she sang!—1 really cannot tell you how; and then she said, without a pang, “For just an hour I'll practice now.” She did; she took him at his word. Her voice soared high and sank to low; Roy really trem- bled while he heard ten pages of solfeggio. His head was dazed, his heart was Jnoue Ranit—" Please, Mr. Gamewarden, let him go again—we were hav. ing so much fun !” First pup—'* Say, Tige, you haven't a flea about you, have you?” Second Pup—"* Yes; why?” First pur—" Let's put him on that stuck-up pug and see the fun.” THE TEST THAT FAILED. FAIR ALMA sang high in the choir while Roy sat in the pew below, Her clear voice thrilled with sacred fire; he lis- tened with his heart aglow. Roy had not told his love as yet, though Alma knew it all the time, until at last he had to let its stream flow out in gushing rhyme. The olden golden tale he told and of her charms he wrote with ease; her voice with Melba’s he enrolled. and ended up with lines like these: “ T love you for your voice’s powers: I know it, for the simple fact is That I could sit for hours and hours And listen while you practice.” And she believed each word he wrote and sang a rapture song of joy; then sent Rastus—"* Whad yo’ t'ink is de mattah wif me, doctah?’ — Doctor—"Oh, nothing: but the chicken-pox, I gies.” ‘ "RASTUS (gelting nervous)—"*1 “clare on mah honah, doctah, } hain'g bia nowhar T could Ketch ar crazed; but yet he knew just what to say, her wondrous exe- cution praised, and kissed her when he went away. Alas! he could not stand the test. For him her voice’s charms are o'er; instead of church he seeks a rest, and to her house he goes no more. Young man, be careful what you write when rhyme too loose your fancy frees; be satisfied when meals delight, nor solve the kitchen mysteries. Young woman, never risk the test to take a lover at his word when what he vows, you should know best, is undeniably absurd. WY Grorce pinpseve, Zn . ONLY AN IDLE DREAM. Weary Wittir—"Ah, lady, I've often eaten jes’ such pie as dis in my dreams." Mrs. Haxpour—'" In your dreams?” Weary WiLtir—“* Yes, lady; an’ den woke up an’ found I wuz bitin’ a car-truck or suthin’.” THE nearer home the point of a joke comes the harder it is to see it, comicbooks.com