Judge — April 27, 1901 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Hae Y etd HEP may one day be President of the ee j United States,or Commanding General of the Army, or a second Dewey, or a Chief Justice, or a United said most impressively.“ Your child States Senator. This \\ is a'great and glori- BS ous republic, mad- = am,of limitless pos = sibilities to the ris S Zz ing generation.” The woman, quite overcome, shook her head, as if so much great- ness were impossible. “Possibly your child, madam, may not reach the loftiest altitudes of political preferment,” the portly man continued, “but it may be a Governor, ora General of Militia, or a Judge, or a Legistator.” Again the woman shook her head. “Or, madam,” the portly person went on, “you may be the: mother of the Mayor of the city—how proud that x \ = get all me furniture in this fat." Buc Janitor—" Try a boot-jack.’ THE PORTLY MAN AND THE BABY. ox E WAS alargeand portly,not_ 4 V4 to ponderous, man, and he sat in the waiting-room of the railway-station by the - . side of a quiet little wo- NGA = man with a baby on her lap. The baby was old enough to “take no- tice,"’ and it noticed the large man. Presently he noticed the baby. If the woman had been | unaccompanied by the \ baby she would have been’ \ | ZB highly insulted ‘to have been addressed bya strange \¢ ll man; but the baby made all. WU fll the difference, and when the port- Ul ly man spoke the woman smiled. He was rather condescending {n man- ner, and it was apparent that he thought SS himself to be a person of superior knowledge ss on any and all subjects. ‘The woman said 7 - it was her baby, fourteen months old, BEHIND THE SCENES. her first. The portly man nodded approv- LOW CoMEDIAN—" You needn't give yourself such * ‘re not such a much,” ingly, and chucked the baby under the chin. TOSeTe Tistonee ORK: doa't: kaw, {1 Baven $088 “You should be proud, madam,” he any five-cent cigars named after you.” i Dr. Harpur—"‘At last I hear a patient. Hope + it's somebody with money. — ay Y Pei Lilo, I IRONY. Mr. Buc—" Hey, Mr. Janitor! I can't honor would be to you!—or your child WHAT LITTLE JOHUNNIE MOTH EXPECTS TO FIND IN HEAVEN. , may become the Sheriff of the county, or an Alder- man, or an Assessor fixing the taxes of thou- sands of his fellow-citizens. Indeed, madam, you should stand in awe of the potentialities as yet undevel- ( oped in this infant, knowing, AOA a you must, whence have sprung so many of our st \ greatest men.” The woman shook her head more hopeless- ly than ever, and the portly man was an- noyed by it. “ Have you no am- bition, madam ?” he said with considerable asperi- ty. “No pride in the pros- pective plenituce of your jf child's powers? Whose is the hand that slanted back your brow? Whose breath blew out the light within your brain? Are you a thing that grieves not and that never hopes? Stolid and stunned, are you a sister to the ox?” Again the woman shook her head, but this time she smiled. “It’s a girl," she said; and the portly person got up and went to see how much longer he would have to wait for “that confounded train.” wiutam J. asrrox. amu