Judge, 1900-07-28 · page 6 of 16
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TEDDY'S DISCOVERY. LITTLE city boy, who had never been in the coun- try before, was walking in a field with his mother, when he saw for the first time a lot of daisies. “Oh, mamma!" he said as he clapped his am hands with delight, “just look at all the pretty fn i Ut scarf-pins sticking up in the ground.” My THE STATE OF AFFAIRS. HCUGIT " Teddy” once was Oyster bay’s, With truth we do avow That things have lately been reversed— The world ’s his oyster now. THOSE DEAR. GIRLS, Madge—"\ was going in bathing, but I'm afraid of the breakers.” Marjorie— How foolish you are, my dear! The only wave that would hurt that bathing-suit of yours is a reform wave.” Cus- Diane B My) Mr. Rat—"' It's a wonder some one didn’t think of this scheme before.” THE COLLEGE MAN. ERE'S to the blue and crimson Waved from the crowded shores, Where every heart was beating To the rhythmic stroke of the oars. Here's to the blue and crimson That glowed from the racing-shells Where sinewy throats were swelling In a chorus of college-yells, Showers of flashing diamonds Flew from the dripping sculls, Whipping the sunny water Like the wings of gray sea-gulls, Straight as an ashen arrow, Silent and swift as flame, Trailing a wake of sitver, Down to the stake they came, So, now that the race is over, Here's to the winning crew— ‘The flower of the yankee nation, The athlete six feet two, The strength of his tireless muscles, The coat of healthy tan, ‘The brain and the brawn together That make the college man, MINNA TRYING SHELVED. ** My love for you is like the boundless sea—I can't get over it.” Sur—" That is just the point. T want to marry a man with money enough to take me to Paris.” PUTTING HIS FOOT IN IT. Younc poctor (om Ais first cas2}—"* Your daughter, sir, doesn't appear to have any organic disease, I am inclined to think that she is pining away from some secret love-aflair—some "—— Mr. OLenureD—"' My daughter, sit? Why, confound your impudence! that is my wife.” comicbooks.com