Judge — March 30, 1907 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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AN EASTER LAY. AN Easter lay, low, sweet and clear, Falls softly on the raptured ear, Flow'rs ope their petals, bright with dew, Togreet its dulcet notes anew— The earth awakes to spring’s glad cheer. The gayest herald of the year, When April sheds her silver tear, Borne to the skies’ cerulean blue— ‘An Easter lay. Mirth reigns; for Lenten days so drear “Are gone. The clamorous chanti- cleer, With stately mien, appears in view, And, joyous, joins the revels, DIFFERING TASTES. too. Mn. Souirre.—"‘ All the nuts | gathered last year --Lo! good Dame Partlett brings us are fuil of worms.” here, Biro—" What will you take for the lot ?"" ‘An Easter by. THE PLUMBER AND THE MILLINER. T WAS a few days before Easter, and the millinery-store was crowded with customers as a roughly-dressed, middle-aged man entered the place and inquired for the pro- prietor. “What is it you wish?" asked the busy milliner, who had been brought down three flights of stairs to see the man who wore the look of mystification on his face. «Why, ma’am,"he said as he awk- wardly removed his cap and fingered it nervously, «I jest wanted to ask ye a JUDGE'S FAVORITES. few questions. Is it true that some of FRANCES ROSS, VOTED THE MOST POPULAR CHORUS-GIRL them little hats in the winder out there AT THE WIPFOOROME. Breias much as/Sio0 1? ; Od earth's spring otfering. you know. “Yes; the price-marks are written For stage are fields, and for footlights plainly enough.” ‘The roadside daisies dressed tn tights— “My! but jest to think of it!" he Bul pone a footignt ealeys ries. continued in tones of astonishment. “Them’'s the highest-priced ones, though, I suppose, ma‘am 2?” ++ No; we have higher-priced ones than those in the window.” «Is it possible, ma'am? More than $1002” “Certainly, That bonnet you see up there is $250, and the one over there is $300. But please state your business, as we are very busy to-day.” “Why, [ain't exactly in to buy anything, ma'am. I saw your prices, and, bein’ a pretty good one myself to charge, I thought we might talk a little about it. But you got me beat all to" — *+State your business at once, sir!" angrily interrupted the milliner. +I'm—I'm a plumber, and ye needn't fly off the handle, ma’am, for we are jest about in the same line, and "—— But the woman turned on her heel and left him, and he finally shuffled out of the store to look in the window again with a look of great admiration on his face. Ame HELPFUL SUGGESTION, se] CAN'T decide,” she said tothe milliner. +I just don’t know what to do about a hat. I'm of two SUBMISSION: minds about it." Tue New memser—'I suppose you never ” thought I'd be elected to the legislature, did «Then take two hats, you, "Rastus?” he bot de Lawg's UsBested the milliner,and Tne warrer—“No, sah; but de Lawd's — 10.°¢ both minds." will be done.” AN EASTER HAT. This is a hat that will be’seen on Easter Sun- day morn, I ween. Of lace and rib- bon ‘tis not made ; nor is it formed of fancy braid, nor is it one from Paris brought, nor in the marts of London bought. It will not fill with jealous spite the hearts of ladies left and right ; nor will its wearer in the crowd be full of joyfulness or proud, Newspaper artists will not fetch their pen and ink to make a sketch ; nor will the kodak artists rush and make its bashful wearer blush. No milliner o'er it has raved, no costly plume on it has waved. It has not ina window gay stopped passers-by to block the way and gaze on it with longing sighs, or covetousness in their eyes. It never has been called **too sweet," nor caused some woman's heart to beat with rapture when on it she smiled, by all its Easter charms beguiled. It is no ** poem” such as we about this time expect to see. Indeed, we may as well suppose that it is plain, old-fashioned prose—so old, in truth, we might expect that it would be in dialect. And still, as we set out to ALWAYS COLD. say, it will be seen on Easter Day. She'll be in style—you aarp like bot creas bina? bet on that! This is her husband’s last year’s hat! : WILBUR D. NESBIT. Never saw one. comicbooks.com