Judge — October 8, 1904 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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

JUDGE'S FAVORITES, FRANCES RING. The seats are sold For solid gold, And blocks adown ‘the street The people stand To beat the band Upon impatient feet. ‘Around the box- Office in flocks ‘They rush pell-mell and fly With all their gold In wads unrolled— And you're the reason why. WHERE DAY MEETS NIGHT. HE great steamer plowed monotonously on through the quiet sea. No sail, not even the smoke of a distant liner, rested the eye from the expanse of heaven’ and water. The day was al- most done, and the soft, silvery light that fell across the waves glistened now and then upon the scales of some playful fish as it leaped from its native element. The gods were at peace with the world and danger slept. And yet the face of the captain, as he leaned over the rail and gazed with his glass to the west, wore a troubled look. Observant passengers gathered about him, wondering at his strange silence. He seemed unconscious of their pres- ence, and questions brought no an- swers to the inquisitive. Women be- gan to look into the eyes of their husbands, and the children felt a strange fear creep into their hearts as they grasped the skirts of their moth- ers. Something was wrong — but what? A sigh escaped from the breast of the bravest seaman. Poor devil! we can do him no good.” And then, as he noted for the first time the anxious, upturned faces, he smiled sadly. “It is not we; but more’s the pity that, while we sail so safely, another, beyond our aid, goes down, Look!" And he passed the glass to the nearest pas- senger. “You can make it out— close on the western horizon—the sun—it’s sinking!" he moaned ; and a manly tear, g slowly down his cheek, rolled overboard into the ocean with a silent splash. And the ocean salted it down, BEYOND THE REALM OF DREAMLAND. CROWD stood before a booth at the world’s fair. All was silent save now and then for an indrawn breath. The open-mouthed at the front slipped quietly out and gathered in awed little groups and discussed the wonder in whispers. Those in the rear edged toward the shrine and gasped and stared and doubted. Politicians and clergymen, boodlers and brewers, chauffeurs and sextons, rubbed elbows, humbled but happy. Lounging on a divan, Cleopatra- like, was a kitchen-nymph, and near AN AUTUMNAL TOOT. BEWITCHING Belinda is back in the town ; Her features are rosy and shi jing and brown, And lovely she looks in her new Paris gown. And yet not more lovely she looks on the pave Than looked she abeam on the blue summer wave— A seasnymph afloat o% the mermaiden cave. Her sweetness blooms gayly wherever she goes ; e as a lily and red as a rose— And yet am I happy, alas and alack! As if big fortune were hot on my track, Because from the seashore Belinda is back. her “specs” when they dream on her nose. by a sign read, “A domestic that stayed with one family a year and did not smash a single plate.” THE LATEST EXCUSE. Tue city eviron—'* Well, it took you long enough to get that story. Why didn’t you bring it in sooner?” THE NEW REPORTER * Er—you see, the fellow | interviewed stuttered so.” comicbooks.com