Judge — July 2, 1904 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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HERR HASENPFEFFER SPEAKS. la THE spigot 1 hit, and T make the beer Ay Like the sparks from a gun on the fourth of July ; Neve \ oe N°: MR. PUFFECT,” said the me to swim this summer. And the rat-tat-tat of the mallet to me Is quite like the music that haunts the blue Hurrah for the glorious fourth of July! Whose rockets are blazing and 2i Whose cannons are banging be Hurrah for the b Hurrah for the Fou id the And the blue and the keg that I ‘The band, at my place, twent: HOPE. fair young girl; “I cannot promise you an You see, I have agreed to let twenty-five y that’s a balmy d sea. There's no other joy like the joy which, I beg ‘o say, through the spigot flows out of th nd while the torpedo makes glorious 1 My dream’s not disturbed, nor my thoughts’ airy poise, ping on high, h the old flag— My thoughts on the campus of freedom play tag. and the white tapping to beat Schnickeltritz street! opportunity to teach young men teach me, one after the other, and I fear that by the time they are through the season will be over. But,” seeing the look of disappointment on his face, “you may either be the first one to teach me to skate this winter, or the first to gi HAD THE SHAPE FOR IT. —"* Ach! dis ish der mosd conchenial chob I've s! der Baxter-shtreet clothing-shtore alretty."” Izzy Co: FOOLISH JAP. HE Japanese officer was be- ing court-martialed. “If you have any excuse to offer for allowing your com- mand to be captured,” said the general, “I will hear it now.” The man on trial shook me a swimming-lesson next summer.” ruck since losing mein bosition in $6 CAN I see the proprietor 2 to the city for his summer vacation.” OH, HORRORS! A certain young person of Bray Was so very homely; they say, Every clock she looked at Not only stood pat, But promptly went round the wrong way. THE WISE LANDLORD. sks the guest at the summer resort. “ No, sir,” answers the clerk, “He has gone THE GREAT DA‘. THE average boy finds joy in many things. A broken pocket-knife is his delight ; A battered top finds favor in his sight. To broken bat and flattened ball he clin A horseshoe il of button sometimes brings tion to him far from slight ; within his merry eyes the light When of the glorious Fourth he of all to him the Fourth e’er seems. ther day such great exciteme ly sings! lends ; No other day can he display such grit. All through the year's first half of it he di And then the other half he often spends In get ams, over the effects of it, NATHAN Ab Lavy. his head gloomily, «Thave none, sir,” he re- plied, «It was my own fault entirely, We had captured a Russian spy, and before we started to retreat from our dan- gerous position I asked him to tell me his given name. Ere he had finished the enemy sur- rounded us.” ‘6BVERYBODY says my new dropstitch waist is simply intoxicating,” joyfully remarks the fair young thing, turning about so that her prim aunty may see the garment in question, “Intoxicating ?" muses the aunt. “It ought to be. Looks to me as if you had taken sev- eral dropstitches too much.” A MAN OF HIS WORD. What's the matter, old man? The heat hasn't affected your brain?" *No. | told Smithson that if our team didn’t beat those Billville scrubs I'd eat my hat, and it's always well to be prepared for emergencies.”* Rosert Rooter—' Frepoie Fann: comicbooks.com