Judge — February 23, 1901 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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i S nN AAS - NN \ Fen) IW \ MN FOR THE LATE ONE. Mrs, Coox—** Oh, excuse me. mister, you were that brute of a husband of mine.” T thought NO CASTE EXEMPT. +sQTILL,” observed the farmer who had dropped into the + sanctum, “I sup- pose there ate dis- advantages even in the highest and most cultured oc- cupations. I imag- ine there are often pangs and _heart- aches in editing a newspaper.” “Indeed there are, Mr. Jayjosh."* replied the editor of the Basswood Corners Hust- fer, “1 often set type all forenoon till my shoulders ache so that I can't lift a tooth- pick to my mouth; and then run a job- press in the alter- noon till my knees are so stiff that I can't go to prayer-meeting in the even- ing. Yes, there are heartaches and pains in all these purely intellectual occupations.”* ON WASHINGTON’S BIRTHDAY. NEE-DEEP were all the fields with snow When Washington was born, And still the flakes were falling fast On that historic morn. \ roaring hearth-fire cheered the room Beneath the homestead eaves, Though frost upon the window sketched ‘The ghosts of summer leaves. ‘The pale, sweet mother tuned her head From time to time, and smiled Upon the oaken cradie quaint Where lay the new-born child. The firelight o'er his infant brow Drew with its flickering rays A shadow of the glorious flag ‘That tiny hand would raise. IIUNTER - PROOF, No forecast of the call to arms Disturbed the mother’s dreams ; No faint prophetic flash of swords Alarmed her with its gleams. Without, the shuttle of the storm Still wove the snowy fleece: Within, an ancient timepiece tall Ticked off the hours of peace. If I could for a little space Reverse the wheels of time, It would not be my choice to see The hero in his prime— The soldier on his milk-white steed In battle smoke and flame, ‘The statesman with his laurel-wreath ‘And large reward of fame. But I would see the home- stead old All whitened with the snow ‘The room beneath the slop- ing eaves, The hearth-fire’s ruddy glow ; And nestling in the dainty quilts And downy pillows deep, Under the cradle’s carven hood. ‘The baby in his sleep. MINNA IVING, FLOATING DEBTS. . | THINK,” remarked the sultan, “that ADIRONDACK GUIDE—"" Goafterdeer with you? Why, ‘hat was an exceeding sartin! Wart till I get on my hunting-suit,— —A\l ready, stranger !” shrewd idea of mine for us to pay our debts by buying a warship.” “Tt truly was. of, de- fender of the faithful!" re- plied the vizier. “What a navy your majesty will soon have!” Mix—* Both of the boy's parents aré notori- ous prevaricators.” Dix—" But is there nothing to counteract their influence ‘Mix— Only the fact that he was born on Wash- ington’s birthday.” A BEWILDERING ANSWER. Mks. Roxsit—"* But how are we to get to Mobile this spring?” Mr. Roxsi.t—" Why, by automobile, of course.” comicbooks.com