Judge — June 29, 1901 — page 2: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

These are three of the “Ships that Pass in the Night” and in’ the day between San Francisco and the islands of the Pacific with Trans-Pacific traffic to and from the New York Central Lines and their connections. A copy of No. 21 " Four-Track Seri address on receipt of a postage-stamp b' a Round the Worl Go Days.” will be sent free, postpaid, to any i a jorge H, Daniels, General Passenger Agent, New York Central Rallroud, Grand Central Station, New York, Through the Courtesy of the Judge Company, Wo offer you the following proposition : Introducing our “* NORMA "* All-Turkish Cigarette, wo will send upon rece! of twenty- five cents In stampa Jo any aildress, Ly tail, charges prepaid, one pac! a eof our “Norma” “Camel Brand” Gold Tipped,.?! which retails at @0c. the Lox, and one copy of Judge’s Quarterly, JUST OUT, which sells at 250. the cops. This {sa 43c. combination of Smoke and Joke for 2c., obtainable until July ist. The back cover figure of Juocr’s Quawrency in colors isa beauti- fal thing for poster collectors, Doa't fail to get it. The Egyptian Tobacco Co. cf America, (Camel Factory), a 23 and 25 Worth St., New York City. , r | man THE LEGEND OF REALISM. ‘This is the sorrowful story, ‘Told when the twilight fails And the authors sit together Reading each other's tales. ** Our fathers lived in the cloudland ; hey were Romanticists. ‘They went down to the valley ‘To play with the Scientists. * Then came the terrible savants ; Nothing of plav they kne Only—they caught our fathers And set them to burrow, too. ** Set them to work in the workshop, With crucible, test and scales; Put them in mud-walled prisons, And—cut up their beautiful tales, ** Now we can read our fathers, ‘Trenchant and terse and cold, Stooping to dig in dust-heaps, Sharing the common mold. ing a quill quotidian, Mending a muddy plot, Sitting in mud-walled prisons, Steeping their souls in rot. ** Thus and so do our fathers, Thus and so must we do; . For we are the slaves of science, And we are Realists, too.” Hilda Johnson Wise. ‘The tonfe that is a fonic— Abbott's, the Oriz- inal Angostura Bitters, At grocers and drug- gists, Hantson—*1 hear your engagement with Miss Minks is broken off. How's that?” //il! —"* Well, you see, that beast of a parrot of hers was always yelling, ‘Oh, Charlie, you should- n't!" Hampson—* But what difference did that make? Your engagement was not a se- cret." Mill—""No; and my name isn't Charlie. ‘vening Times. Apropos of the many complaints of excessive stakes in the game of the hour, a Newport w. nscribed her cards for a recent house- rarty: * Low Bridge."— own epics, PHILADELPHIC ORACLES. A hand-maiden—The fair manicurist. A cutting remark—* Baby has a tooth. Would you call the belle of her set a ri leader? . ‘A hard drinker—The person’ with a sore throat, Of course a horse-pistol can ick harder than a Colt revolver. The overworked undertaker is what you might call **dead tired.” Some girls never get lost because their noses j are always turning up. It isn’t exactly paradoxical for Mrs. Day to be dark while Mrs. Knight is light. When girls fish for fellows and catch them they “have ‘em on a string. It is not always a mistake for a man who bas his choice to pick a wall-flower. Because a man calls a girl “a perfect poem” is no sign she's averse to him. —Philadelphia Bulletin. comicbooks.com