Judge — September 3, 1904 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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PREPARATION. HE knife 1 grind Because I know T'll shortly find, Agleam, aglow, The thing of things Which onto me ‘The knife, alas! Will very soon Most lightly Actus the moon— T To findly hold ‘The pumpkin pic. AN OLD SALT’S OBSERVATIONS. GIRL stood on a bluff watchin’ th’ life-savers tryin’ to reach a founderin’ vessel. When she went home that night she was in tears. “It cas an awful sight, dear, wasn’t it?” her mother said, in efforts to give comfort to her. “Oh,” sobbed the girl, “it ain't that that I'm cryin’ for. My hat blowed off an’’s lost—th’ one with th’ blue ribbons on, I mean.” An’ she wept as if her heart was goin’ to break. I had a bunch of wild animals aboard once. Th’ tiger got real friendly, When he got a right good chance, through my bein’ off my guard in consequence, he tore a full-sized hamburg steak right out of my shoulder. Th’ hyena didn’t make no sech pretense. He told me plain in beast talk that he'd hurt me if he could, an’ I never give him no opportunity to do it. Some way I like him best. Folks ain't so different from animals. A sea-captain was up against it for a rope long enough to doa certain thing with. He had two pieces, but, altogether, they was three BEYOND HIS KNOWLEDGE. feet short, an‘ they wouldn't nohow come together. I says to him, says ae rr recat ee net ie ae ay I, You're in hard luck, cap—t'm sorry.” “Why,” says he, “this here ain't nothin’, Ashore I've got three daughters an’ a wife that's an’ she said « fair.” president of the woman's club, an’ yif I ain't in debt. Guess I can make these two ends meet,” he says. I smelled th’ wind, an’ it was jest right. I took my bearin’s, an’ she'd held her course true all night. I cast th’ log, an’ she was a-makin’ a good ten knot. “This is great!" says I. “7his I went on deck one mornin’ feelin’ fine. I looked at th’ barometer, ship don't need nobody to sail Aer? She can na te herself. I'll go below an’ git another snooze.” Two hours later she rolled so in a heavy sea that I fell out of my berth an’ broke th’ crystal on my watch, Th’ cook had burnt his finger, th’ fo'c’s'le cat had had kittens, th’ wind had veered until it was dead ahead, an’ we was further off from Boston bay than ever. We have to watch out a// th’ time in this world. A "RASTUS'S POINT OF VIEW. emma St oe rm a inal Ht tH F MISTAH 'LIJAH wuz alive Ailes uit A f (Vt Now, an’ wuz called up hiah, ail Fue He wouldn’ tpk de chariot Wid wheels ablaze wid fiah. THE ELEPHANT’S GRAND-STAND SLIDE AT THE JUNGLE BALL-GAME. He'd tuk de benzine motor-car, Wid de goggles on his eyes, An’ toot his horn an’ smell his way To de manshuns in de skies. A MINOR CHORD. _ OW D. B. Hill . A a Begins to trill Z . y And Sheehan sings a carol— A chorus faint— “Oh, Davis! ain't You goin’ to tap that barrel?” WOULD BE GOOD READING. STHESE. magazine editors are growing more impudent every day,” growled the great Oy: _ man. ay ~ “So?” asked his friend. if rita ” beats “Yes, Here's one of them No ay OE Bt rity writes to ask me if I won't give him an article on * How I succeed- ed in selling my first article on how to succeed.’ = 2. —1'll show him a little sliding in ‘ trunk-line’ style that will open his eyes!" 7 comicbooks.com