Judge — November 19, 1904 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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CHLOTILDE’S CONCLUSION. J HER opera-box she is sitting serene, High over the stage, in the soft moonlight scene ; She thinks not of music, nor lovers in crowns— Her optics are fastened upon the smart gowns. Unto the song's tempo she chews on her gum, And jigs to the basso’s divine tumpty-tum. Her mind's on the dresses which, modeled so sweet, at the wish-bone and end at the feet. hy does she like them? you question of me. Her father sells dresses not made in Pare, And she has inherited all the fine taste With which his creations are daintily graced. And that’s why Chlotilde to the opera goes— ‘The music of gowns is the music she knows By heart as the finest that ripples and dreams, And sets her astir till she flutters and beams, And says that the opera is, closely kenned, ‘The means of which e’er the smart gown is the end. DANIEL’S JUDGMENT. oe HAT was the verdict in the case of that chauf- feur who ran down a pedestrian 2” “ Automobilicide in the first degree.” NEWS FROM THE FRONT. THE chief of the imperial wireless bureau entered the royal apartments, “Your majesty,” he faltered, “a message from the front. The emperor's face grew ashen. “The extent of our loss?” he demanded bro- kenly. “Twenty thousand men and six battle-ships, your majesty, and an upris- ing is gravely feared in the eastern provinces.” The monarch controlled himself by an almost super- human effort. “Let the general staff minimize our defeat as usual by saying that, in con- formity with previous plans, we have begun a sagacious retirement toward the north. The public mind must be diverted.” ‘The emperor strode to the window of the palace overlooking the imperial gardens and gazed out upon the snow-covered city. TIT FOR TAT. “If you were a magistrate, h autolsts who exceed the speed limit “T would exceed the fine limit. would you deal with THE TOAD'S TEA, [A TIMOROUS toad gave an afternoon tea Said the fiddle-de-dee tothe frog and the fs, Toa fish and a frog and a fiddle-de-dee. ‘A pink peanut pie is the thing that I wish." They sat on a barrel It soon disappeared, And warbeled a carol And, just as he feared, ‘As happy as happy could be. To the toad they gave only the dish. Said the timorous toady, “Alas! we've no tea." “Then I will drink mush,” said the fiddle-de-dee. ‘The fish said, ‘I think T'll take some red ink.” And the frog remarked gayly, Hot soap-suds for me.”” CAROLYN WELLS, WHAT HE THOUGHT. Boss— What on earth made you give out that interview? It reads as if you were drunk at the time.” Candidate—“ That's just the trouble—I didn’t know I was loaded.” NEARING THE WEDDING. Farter (from the stairway)—"* Mabel, does that young man realize that It's nearly one?” Mase—" No, papa: he only realizes that we two nearly are."" comicbooks.com