Judge — November 23, 1901 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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V ule-Tide Festival | A cover has been painted ‘by a famed artist, and it | | will be done into colors by the high art printing that | | makes JupGE unique. /ADVERTISING FORMS CLOSE DECEMBER 9 Jup and reading circle. | Be in ite... is read and re-read in every home, club, library This number will be treasured. | WHEN CIDER TASTES THE BEST. HEN autumn paints her ruddy glow across each hill and dale, And Jack Frost plays at hide-and-seek through orchard, wood, and vale, ‘Then comes the cider-making time—the old horse walking round, The apples crunching in the cogs, a mellow, soothing sound ; led with the pulp of red and gold, ‘The luscious cheeses dripping with a cadence yet untold ; And then the foaming tub of juic And, to ‘The press with rye-straw m with boys and bees about, the straw with which we draw the mellow liquid out. Oh, that is when it tastes the best, a straw poked in the foam, And we upon our bended knees to draw the cider iome ! A golden goblet if you will, or cuteglass and the rest, But when we draw it through a straw is when it tastes the best. ter, when the cogs are stilled and all the With twenty barrels in a row behind the old mill’s g there to make nd linger there a while. With twenty bung. T'd give a heap to take a straw I'd like to straddle every cask and sample every And sozzle in that apple-juice until the d And then I'd like to go to bed and dream that I were still straddle of a cider-cask down under Martin's mill, sles waiti For that is when it tastes the best, a straw poked in the foam, Humped over on a cider A golden goblet if you will, or cut-glass and the rest. But when we draw it through a straw is when it tistes the best. Joe CONE. THE MURDER OF CAESAR. k to draw that sweetness home. By Raymond A. Eaton ULIUS CAESAR was standing on the front steps of the state-house in Rome, idly watching a blue-jay building its nest in a tall elm-tree, when sauntering along. Brutus came Brutus noticed that Cwsar wore a worried look, and asked : « What's the matter, Julius—mother- ix wife's mother,” replied Caesar ; | «it’s knockers.” Oh, shucks !" said Brutus. « That's what,” exclaimed Cas tell you, Brute, that there isn't any f on earth that has more knockers than | Rome. I'm next to a bunch bigger than {a wolf: “Oh, I don’t know,” remarked Bru- tus, in his non-committal way. |" Oh, of course you don't know,” Caesar went on, * that this town is full of men who have their hammers out for me. You couldn't expect to hear of them, for you are my old college pal, and if they went to throwing the harpoon into me while you were around you'd bat ‘em in the block. They know that, too. But |I've been rubbering around a good deal of late, and I find that there's several | prominent men, and senators, too, who their back fence. although he don’t think I'm onto his game. Tonce wrote that all Gaul was d vided into three parts. I wouldn't say that now. [believe that the bulk of itis all here in Rome. And I tag the backeap- pers. On the square, if I had all the hammer-throwers in Rome on my staff 1 could make those legions of mine look like a pair of deuc Cassius is one of them, against a flush. I'm sure that the president, vice-president, and general-grievance committee of the Unreformed Order of Knockers live right here in Rome. You can chase around to| the alley pool-room and |: sixteen to on y your money . without the consent of any man on earth, that the best anvil chorus in the world is right here in Rome.” Cxsar looked down the street and saw several men sneaking along back of the First Baptist church, “There goes Cassius and a bunch of senators—a nice car-load of decayed hu-| | Brut man. fruit scorn. " Casar exclaimed with fine “Somebody will blow out your life- light some day for talking so plain, Ju- lius,” remarked Brutus. Til be busy when they are doi * rejoined Casar ; “and you know that I'm not a man that sits around the cigar- store and makes a talk he can't back.” “Oh, [know you're no boo-boo man,” s answered; * but I'm just giving you a tip. These hot sandys of yours don't go ¢| with the push any more. The other night Twas over in the third ward, and [ heard several say that if you ever crossed the tracks you'd be carried home in the county-hospital ambulance.” “Twas just telling you that there was a big gathering of guys in this town who would like to see me in a stone box,” said Cesar, “and I guess the third ward has its share. I know that there's a dozen members of the gas-works gang who wouldn't have to booze up to stick a knife in me, but I'm not afraid of them. It's the senators that have got my fear-strings jumping. They have got it in for me for fair. They are a Hades of a jealous lot.” Brutus seemed nervous and did not answer, and Cesar asked, “What's the matter, pal—fleas ?” <o, Julius,” replied Brutus. “1 put on my woolen underwear this morning, and "— “ Drop off!” exclaimed Carsar. ens on a hot day like this? Why Cesar got no further. Cassius and a number of senators came running up and started a rough house. game as a pebble, and he shot out his bunches of fives for fair, but there were too many—but at that he was holding his own. Then Brutus drew a razor from his boot-leg and sprang into the fray. The others made a clear way for him, Cxsar saw the springing movement and back, he exclaimed : “What! are you, too, ferninst me. Brutus 2” “T sure am!" cried Brutus ; and he swung the razor and cut a gash three by six down the front of Casar. Then Julius Caesar was all in, comicbooks.cém