Judge — November 25, 1905 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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Oh, say, Give thanks To-day. What! You haven't got Anything to be thankful for? Is that s0? Well, you ought to know, So long as you let the thankless Spirit of selfishness Prevail, to the sad undoing Of all that is yours to bless. Oh, say, Don't get that way ! Look up to the sky in its beauty Of sun and of stars and of blue; Look down to the earth where your duty Demands what is kindly and true; Look into the sorrows that burden, Look into the joys that upraise ; Look into the rest and the labors Look into the nights and the days, ‘And what do you see? Is there anybody free From care? Is your share Any more than others, or less? Won't you confess ‘That what You've got Is mighty nearly fair In a just compare? Won't you say ‘The good comes your way About as often as the bad ; And furthermore, bedad! Don’t you know that a thank is stronger At winning than a curse? ‘And that the good is better ‘Than any bad is wérse? Of course yuu do ; And if you are true To what is right in you You'll smash the ugly spirit Flat ‘And have much cause for thank- fulness In getting rid of that. See? WILLIAM J. LAMFTON, FAkiRs of a feather flock together. Farmer Isac—‘‘I riz him from a speckled aig. thirteen year, an’ somehow I hain't got the heart to kill him with my own hands. is bad enough. E DAY am comin’ w'en folks gits glad— Roos’ high, Mistah Tubkey, roos’ high ! Fo! all de fowels dat time am bad— Roos’ high, Mistah Tubkey, roos’ high! Bewah dat ‘ligious gratichood Wot tuhn fat tuhkeys inter food— Mos’ spay-cially dis las’ yeah’s brood— Roos’ high, Mistah Tukey, roos’ high! De shang-hy hide when de preachah cum— Roos’ high, Mistah Tubkey, roos’ high! His shank make stick fo’ de baby’s drum — Roos’ high, Mistah Tuhkey, roos’ high ! But de day ob t’anks am fah too great Fo’ a mohsel laik dat shang-hy skate. It take a tuhk fo’ ter fill de plate— Roos’ high, Mistah Tubkey, roos' high! Wren night git dabk an’ de black man prowl— Roos’ high, Mistah Tubkey, roos' high! He wuss dan a hawk er a big hoot-owl— Roos’ high, Mistah Tuhkey, roos" hig! He ketch yo'r laig in a mahty grip; Nex’ day he watch while yo'r graby drip— De sight bring teahs to de black man's Roos’ high, Mistah Tuhkey, ros’ high ! STRICKLAND W, GILLILAN, ONE COMFORT, AFTER ALL. ‘THE man was a philosopher. Nay, more; he was a Christian. He had been dispossessed that day, and those of his household goods which the pawnbroker had not taken were piled up in the street. It was a bleak November day and Thanksgiving. He sat upon a dilapidated old sofa in the midst of his remaining effects, His wife stood near him, wringing her hands and weeping. + Don’t carry on so, dear,” he pleaded. ++It isn't so bad as it might be.” “How could it be any worse?” she sobbed, We are in the street, with nothing to eat, no tire to warm us, and no shelter over our heads. How could it be worse?” And she threw herself down beside him. “Yes, yes; I know, dear,” he urged soothingly as he put his arms about her and patted her softly on the shoulder. “1 know what you say is true; but—but, dear, think a moment. We have some- thing to be thankful for—we don’t have to pay any rent here.” SOME REMARKS BY THE WISE-LOOKING MAN. HE WAS one of those solemn, wise-looking fellows who like to think they are deep thinkers. “There are some things beyond our comprehension in mental science,” he said impressively, «that we fail to understand.” + Yes,” returned his companion with equal seriousness ; ‘+I have often noticed that we never can understand the things in mental science that are beyond our comprehension. In other words, when anything is beyond our understanding we experience considerable difficulty in comprehending it. And I find that this applies not only to mental science, but to any other old thing as well. Every now and then I find that [ fail to understand things that I can- not comprehend, and that things that are past my comprehensicn are very often be- yond my under: standing. I find also that Iam not familiar with things I don't know, in many instances, and that “—— The glitter in the wise -looking fellow's eye told him that it was time to stop. TENDER-HEARTED IKE'S INVENTION. Ben fest like one o' the family goin’ on ‘This here way How hard we work for a (Bing! Curtain!) soft snap! comicbooks.com