Judge — December 22, 1900 — page 36: what you’re looking at

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THE YORKSHIRE PUDDING. THE Blazers had finished dinner when bashful little Annie arrived, but there was still a bit of the Yorkshire pudding left— a production on which Mrs. Blazer especially prided herself —and upon Annie she bestowed \is delicate morsel. “I've often promised you a piece of my prkshire pudding, Annie,” said she. “Now down, right bere, and eat it while I go and lear away the dinner things.” -“Thank you, Mrs. Blazer. It’s awful: good of you,” replied the child shyly. Mrs. Blazer's puppy, Dash, frisked wob- blingly about the room, puppy fashion, and at last came to anchor at Annie's side. Thus Mrs. Blazer left the two. Returning ten min- utes later, she found the child sitting de- murely on the sofa, stroking Dash’s head. “So you like the pudding,” said Mrs. Blazer beamingly, glancing at the empty A STUDY IN EVOLUTION. ie ‘The stove-pipe-chimney Santa Claus, “Oh, yes'm; it was awful good. Ma's told me about it. She likes it, too,” replied A TOY ACTOR. Annie with a I'm made-up for the part. flush. of Santa Claus, “I'l ask And show a ‘very : wooden-y St. Nick. you both to din- Next month I may get on ner some day nthe stage, because and we'll have a There's many a good : by part now played by great big one, a stick. said Mrs. Blazer. The child smiled gratefully and drop- ped hereyes. “Dash staggered under the sofa, leaving only the tip of his restless tail exposed. This Annie watched ap- prehensively. The usual implements of amusement, photograph-albums and pict- ure-books, were brought forward for Annie’s delectation and Mrs. Blazer then took up her sewing. One of Annie's eyes scanned the pictured features of Mrs. Blazer's relatives and friends, while the other remained riveted upon the puppy's tail, This member showed signs of increasing agitation and presently Dash backed laboriously out from under the sofa. “Good gracious !" exclaimed Mrs. Blazer, “ What's he got ?” CHRISTMAS CHARITY Annie made no remark but dropped her scarlet face. Brccar—'‘Ah, kind sir, be charitable!” “Come here, Dash—why, it’s a piece of Yorkshire pudding! Where? Crnizen—""T will—I won't call a cop.” —oh, I see! What a rude, untruthful little girl you are, Annie!” And Annie covered her face and wept. FRANCES A, SCHNEIDER, Z WORSE THAN HARD-TACK. Mrs. Waggles—"W's ai nonsense to say you can’t eat my mince TO A WISHBONE. pies. I'm beginning to think you are a freak.” . Waggles — iy it aay, tay’ dear! QE, RELIC of our Christmas cheer! Whe iF You seem to think I'm a human ostrich.” mince Let it irrefutably clear From your dismemberment appear That Grace shall have whate'er she may ——— In her own artless, heartless way TictNceD: i Decide pre-eminently dear, POKER DEN This i: i t # ity ro s is is not magnanimity, Lena But simply that I think if you v Grant her her wish she may, so blest, Elated by your augury, At last, as only she can do, Grant mine, a thousand times expressed. ‘There is a man in Goth- HOWARD W. BARNARD, am, and he is won- drous wise, A LESSON OF THE SEASON, MF doesn't, beliese. in Mrs. Crawford— How can you say that ta Claus denies, the Christmas present from your husband was a To this extent, Sir Skep- complete surprise when you'd told him before- tic, your theory is hand just what you expected him to give you?” -There is so merry Christ- Mrs. Crabshaw—" My dear, after you've mas nor Santa Claus been married as long as I have you'll understand —for you / that the surprise consisted in getting a present at all.” BRISTLING WITH DOUBTS, “* Nothing but bones for the kitty.” comicbooks.com