Judge — July 15, 1905 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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COURSING IN THE Bill, I'll go you twenty that coyote never gets the rabbit — DISILLUSIONMENT. THEY sat in the quavering darkness of a clouded moon, The green waves, plashing into whiteness, told him that he loved her. How still the night seemed! Even the advancing tide did not disturb their rapture. And yet he had only met her within the hour. Even her name had escaped him. Suddenly, far out in the silvery night, from the wooden artificiality of a space used by the bathers, came a cry, reproachful, fraught with half-angry sadness : «Fabiola! —!— So that was her name! “Fabiola! —!—1— OF COURSE. SO YVHAT did they talk about in the mother's meeting ?” ** About all the time." ENTHUSIASM. 1, this is not an accident, So stop unseemly grins. I stand upon my head each time The Home Team Wins! idOOHM OBJECT OF THE TRIP. Dyer— Is Mrs. van Rich going abroad to get rid of her rheumatism 2” Duell— No; of her daughters. Again it came, solving for him the —Fork over, Bill. You'll notice he ain't gittin’ him none.” nascent struggle to recall her name. Fabiola! How beautiful! The sand behind them hissed un- Cer quick footsteps, and more harshly now sounded the strident call, «Fabiola McFadden, wull yez be afther wringin’ out thim bathin’-suits, an’ quick, too?” . . . . . . . Alas! The moonlight shrank to darkness, The fishers found him alone, dazed, distraught. © scnenex, HAD THE EVIDENCE. Irate father —" It beats all where my umbrellas go to. I left one in the rack last night, and now it’s gone.” Willie— Alice's beau has got it Alice—"" Why, Willie! the idea ! Willie—« Well, last night, when he was going home, I heard him say that he was only going to take just one.”” First riccie—" What yer cryin’ fer?" Seconp ricoie—" Ah, me mudder won't let me keep clean."* AND THIS IN BOSTON! BOSTON'S institute of technology is one of the most prominent insti- tutions in the city, and pupils in the public schools are sometimes asked to write brief articles about it. One day recently a teacher posted the school on the blackboard for his class of boys to write some- thing about it, and his spelling of it was certainly unique. It was as follows : «The school of tecknowledgy.” SONGS OF SCHOOLDAYS. (Song of the melirw heart at vacation time.) THEE yeer is dunn, hear att the gait wee go farr fare away hoove wurkt ann studdied so. how furchunet wee have vakashun soze wee gett a chanst to ware owt owr ole cloze Ann gett awl freckuld inn thee sunns brite raze thatt shine so brite awl owr vakashun daze. how kwick our skoolday trubbles are foargott inn plaen baw! upon sum korner lott ur fiten doggs ur thinken saddly wenn weere owt how soon thee skool will start agen. fairwel deer teecher. u have dun ure best too lun uss things ann now u gett a rest Frum awl uv uss, wel think uv u wenn wee are jlaen gaims ann wunder iff ule bee inn rite good helth wenn itt is time to cawl ure skool agen ur will u gett a fawl ur hav sum axsident soze u kant bee hear wenn itts time to cawl ure skool ann wee wil gett thee bennyfit uv itt butt o how badd weel feal too think ure hurt uno. wott iff u hafftoo lick uss now ann then. wee no itts onley dunn to maik uss menn ann wimmen hoo wil bee a creadut too thare native land ann wenn skooldaze are throo weel understand itt awl ann weel be gladd uv every singul licken thatt wee hadd Ann iff wee shood be prezzidunt sum day wee woodunt klaim no cfeadut butt wood say. itts awl becaws u lickt uss wenn weere badd that maid uss grate for wich wee shood be gladd. }W. voury, comicbooks.com