Judge — December 31, 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. ETHEL LEVEY IN “LITTLE JOHNNY jones.” So daintlly you wake And give our fancies wings That very soon you make ‘The play the things of things. That's why, oh, bird serene! Our shekels filt away Until we keep the green- House working night and day. EVENS IT UP. ss] T'S odd,” said the man who was dipping into the free lunch, “that a fellow usually drinks pretty hard for four or five hours as a preliminary to swear- ing off.” “Yes,” agreed the man be- hind the bar; «but he makes it all right, doesn’t he, by not drink- ing anything for four or five hours before he swears on again 2” BALLADE OF NEW-YEAR’S GREETING. (Double refrain.) THE snow-drift dances a rigadoon For the new year’s birth on the woodland floor, And winds are moaning in mournful tune Over the ashes of nineteen-four. ‘The old king bee—now his reign is o'er— Takes his wintry way to oblivion’s hive. At the threshold bright of the new year’s door Junce sends his greetings for nineteen-five. Another shot from time's musketoon Echoes along earth's circling shore ; ‘The strident trumpet and hoarse bassoon Now play farewell to old nineteen-four. Why should we sigh over days of yore? ‘The year 's just born and we're still alive ; ‘mid the gleam of good times galore, Juvce sends his greetings for nineteen-five. ‘There's laughing-gas in the gay balloon Upon whose voyage we set great store. We must not think on each doleful rune That marked the passing of nineteen-four. They're vanished, and let us wipe out the score And start anew thro’ the days to thrive. From his golden dais of wisdom and lore Juvce, sends his greetings for nineteen-five. L'ENVoL. Friends, we can never the past restore, So let us forget old nineteen-four. And joys new-born shall the old revive— Jupct sends his greetings for nineteen-five. GLIMPSES OF GEHENNA: THE brand-new soul stood still and gazed about him with speechless wonder and delight. “ My!" it said, “ain't it nice to be up here in heaven? dreamed of down on earth.” A RESOLUTION. The biggest new-year resolution that I on this new year will make, And one that you may bet your lastest ducat { will never break, Is that | ne'er will cease to purchase lush caramels for the sweet sake Of her, my dainty new-year capture, Matilda Gladys Bery! Blake. It's much, much finer than anything I ever Another soul, one that had been a long time dead and was, therefore, a blasé resident, grinned at him sardonically. «Bet you lived in a Brooklyn boardin’-house on earth,” it said. “IT did,” said the new soul. « But how did you know 2?” «Knew the minute I heard you say that you liked this place,” returned the blasé soul; * for this ain't heaven—it's the other place.” VANISHED. THE new year has come, and I'm thinking to-night If the “graft” that I've nursed will keep on shining bright. Of dinners and drinks there were lots in the past— But where are the snows of the year before last? IN THE HOSPITAL. “Has he had any lucid intervals yet?" Yes, When | asked him if there was anything he wanted he said, ‘Yes; more gasoline. comicbooks.com