Judge — March 31, 1900 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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| | 202 uae NTIL her visit to the park Beth had never seen a peacock. “My! she exclaimed with wide-open eyes, “every single tail- feather that turkey 's got is blossomed.” CHANGED HIS MIND. oe FELLER in this town,” said the landlord of the tavern at Polkville, “drank half a pint of lye, last’ week, thinkin’ it was \ “ How did it affect him?” asked the tourist from the north. p RS efarel i yy “ Aw, he has been thinkin’ ever since that it wasn't whisky.” ( H\| Ne whe copra , Hay ee, Rip VAN WINKLE (soaking up)—"* Heav- ens! I forgot to mail this—my wife's letter.” MY LITTLE BOY-BEAU. [TIS hidden away with the keepsakes Of summers and winters ago— A love-letter yellow and faded And creased, from my little boy-beau. The envelope reads, “To my dearest,” ‘The pages are tattered and torn, The childish handwriting is blotted, But it breathes of life's roseate mom, The little boy-beau he is sleeping Where his regiment laid him to rest, In a uniform buttoned and braided, With a flag and a sword on his breast. Bat it is not the dashing young soldier In sabre and sash that I see, But the little boy-beau with his ringlets— He will never grow older to me. Since, a girl of eleven, I found it Slipped into my grammar one day The years with their rains and their roses Have rapidly glided away. Lovers and hearts they have brought me, WHAT HE WANTED. Tears and my portion of woe ; BURGLAR ((t00 a, m,)—'* Who are you?” But never so pure an affection As the love of my little boy-beau. LAR—"* What do you want?” sina IRVING. StRaNGeR—"' I want you to divvy up, or there ‘Il be a fight.” COUNTRY CRUELTY. DITH was greatly shocked on run- ning across a trace of corn that hung by braided husks in her grandfather's attic. “Good- ness!" she exclaimed in surprise, “| didn’t s'pose grandpa was as cruel 's to hang up corn by the hair like that." A WASTED LESSON. Sunday - school teacher — “Why do we keep Lent?” Freddie— So we can save up enough to buy new clothes for Easter.” INTENSELY SHOCKED. Margie (who has left Bos- ton to spend her vacation in the country, hearing her grandfather ask the hired man if he found any breaches in the pasture-fence)— “1 do wish grandpa ‘d be more refined in the pres- FRIENDLY ADVICE. 3 fis Tue BiRD (to man whose gun has kicked him)—'* My dear sir, you really ought to take something ence of ladies and say pantaloons. for those shooting pains.” comicbooks.com