Judge — December 2, 1905 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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

m Lin a is THE old cracker-barrel! Each village official By turns had pre-empted the thing as his throne, And deep in the staves was engraved each initial— ‘The occupant musingly whittled his own. Ihe marshal, the clerk, supervisor and mayor, The grizzled old settler—a great many more Had found it a place for their tales sad or gayer— ‘The old cracker-barrel that stood in the store. ‘The old cracker-barrel, The worn cracker-barrel, ‘The undusted barrel that stood in the store. APPRECIATED. 64 YOU bet,""says the man from the Chilkoot Pass, «there never was a paper that was hailed with as much joy as that copy of yours that had all that article about alcohol in patent medicines.” «Lam very glad to hear from such a far-away corner of the earth that my efforts have been appreciated,” says the editor of the journal which has published the article re- ferred to. “Tt was all the goods—it sure cheered the boys up; an’ here's a subscription from every one of them in return. Why, say, podner, when your paper come to town it was just two days after Two-toothed Tomp- kins had broke through the ice with his whole winter stock of whiskey, an’ if we hadn’t found out about them medicines bein’ good to drink we'd ‘a’ had to go dry all winter. An’ bein’ as I own the drug-store you can see how thankful I feel to’rds you.” . A POINT OF HONOR. Chaffer —Do you ever take your auto out on Sunday ?”" Goodleigh— Yes; but I make it a point never to run over anybody on that day.” Inviting to rest in the heat of the summer, It spread a broad seat in the grocery nook. Would you find the blacksmith, the tinner, the plumber, The printer, the painter? ‘Twas there you should look. And ob, in the blizzardy days of the winter It oft interrupted a resonant snore By jabbing the one who was tired with a splinter— ‘The old cracker-barrel that stood in the store. The old cracker-barrel, ‘The dust-covered barrel, The heel-battered barrel that stood in the store. THE PROPER PLACE. Mrs. Fiy—‘‘ Yes, Willie needs a pair of shoes badly." Mr. Fir—‘‘All right. I'll take him to the shoo-fly’s to-morrow.” How dear to my heart! To remember the barrel Alluring the lazy to sit there at ease! My soul is inspired to a crackery carol That flows with the breath of the odorous cheese. T want to go back to the sleepy old village, To tread once again the dim pathways of yore, The grocer’s dried-beef case and cheese-box to pillage ‘And lounge on the barrel that stood in the store. The old cracker-barrel, The worn cracker-barrel, The old cracker-barrel that stood in the store. wD. weseiT. A POPULAR NOVEL. Jiffy —'*\ was passing a printing-office this morning when a little girl attracted my attention by her crying. trouble was, and she said the printers were out on a strike, but that her Uncle Tom was working. Brown—* Pardon me for interrupting you, but that reminds me I asked her what the 1” of the most popular novel of my boy- hood days."" Jiffy —" Why, 1 don't under- stand you at all.” Brown—* Uncle Tom 's scab- bin’. A FEW ALTERATIONS, A LITTLE credit is a dangerous thing. Bills make cowards of us all. “«It's a poor refusal that doesn't work both ways," saith the maiden. “Money makes the mare go Christmas shopping,” saith the hus- band. A WARNING. 'Y those who would shine In the writer-man’s line This axiom must not be forgotten : When you think you are fine ‘That's an unfailing sign You're growing unspeakably rotten. comicbooks.com