Judge — May 24, 1902 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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

JUDGE'S FAVORITES. AGNES EVERETT IN ‘AS YOU LiKE IT.” We know Romance cannot be dead Though faded oft her chaplet seems— When o'er the green you lightly tread, A songful fairy made of dreams. The subtle sorceries of art You use, and with so dainty skill And chic abandon, would the heart Of Shakespeare with new wonder thrill. And he would murmur in a trice, Enchanted in the moonllt vale, “ Oh, Arden now is paradise ‘And Agnes is its nightingale."* SAVED. { millionaire stood alone upon the desert island to which he had man- aged to float himself when the over-in- sured vessel on which he was traveling had parted amidships and gone to the bottom. It was twenty-four hours since he had been cast ashore by a non-union wave that was not averse to doing a turn for a plutocrat. Since then he had searched every inch of the island, and although he found plenty of shell-fish and other kinds of food, he found no trace of water. rors of death by thirst were beginning to present themselves to his stricken mind. It was in vain that he now repented of all the water he had wasted during his lifetime and the schemes he had developed to cheat the meter and evade the water-tax while building up his fortune. Dry and thirsty death stared him in the face. . But surely a man so noted for resourcefulness was not to be destroyed in so simple a way. He must think. Ah! An idea occurs to him, Rising hastily, his eyes illu- mined with the light of hope re- newed, he secured a tropical clam- shell that would hold about two bucketfuls and took from his pock- eta wad of paper, which he wrung violently. He was saved! The paper was stock of a new company he had recently formed and was mostly water. INTERESTED. 66] HEAR that Gazzam is think- ing of buying a horseless carriage,” said Manhattan. THE BONE-YARD. “Indeed ?" queried the Brook- Mr. Beette (the gardener)—" Hey, there, you dog! You lynite, “And what have they named the baby bugs. can't bury that bone here. This cemetery is only for An awful fate awaited him, DELAY IN THE ‘BUNGVILLE: HANDICAP, Already his parched tongue clave JENNI B. (in the language of horses)—"* Oh, Maud! what a dream of a bracelet you have! Is it real leather?” Maup—" Yes, indeed, it is: and the settings are solid wood, too. 1 saw it at the harness-store and got stuck on to the roof of his mouth, and all the hor- TAU mp ‘Hi it sit nh tj Mi Ever notice that the fellow who always complains that life isn't worth living— —s the first to save himself when danger threatens ? it; then I made believe that I interfered and my driver bought it for me.” hat there is a new alled the ping-pong “Well,” replied another citizen of New Jersey, who was, no doubt, just as certain, “1 wasn’t aware of that, but 1 have had the ding-dong ear ever since | began taking qui- nine. Wife—"1 know you are getting tired of me.” Husband — What makes you think that Wife—" There was a time when you quarreled with me every day.” comicbooks.com