Judge — July 13, 1907 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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A SUMMER MEMORY. At [ 2% eating through the humid Homage meet for queens I paid her +, And fantastic smoky rings, "Neath those skies of amethyst, Yj While a sweet face comes to view 'mid And the presents that I made her Ghosts of debts and other things. Gave my purse a doleful twist. Roses decked her white surcingle, That old saw, ‘Festina Lente,” Jewels glistened in each ear, Only brought a joyful tear When loud waves upon the shingle With enchanting sweet-and.twenty Hoarsely crashed and dashed—last year. On the shelving strand—last year. How we danced and swam and boated Now her lineaments grow fainter In peripheries of bliss! As the smoke-wreaths clear away. Into fairy realms we floated Mem'ry ’s such a clumsy painter— On the shallop of a kiss. Its prevailing hues are gray. Every vow we pledged, sub rosa, Rosy shafts from Cupid's quiver Now sounds rather sad and drear. Men call Love is naught, I fear, She would be my cara sposa— But some trouble with the liver. So, at least, she said last year. "Twas my case, I think—last year. HUGENE GEARY. A VACATION CUT SHORT. AFTER the sporty-looking chap had had breakfast at the little hotel in the Catskills, where he had come for a few weeks’ vacation, the old farmer who ran the place called him aside and said, “Tunderstand ye gave my boy a big roll of money and some jewelry to put in the safe.” “Yes; I thought that was JUDGE'S FAVORITES. the best place for them. You VIRGINIA AINSWORTH IN VAUDEVILLE. don't mind keeping the stuff Two laughs for every dollar-bill for me, lo you?” Has been the rule in vaudeville. ~ Your mirthful, quaint and merry ways “Great snakes, no!” re- Have helped the public to a raise. plied’ the farmer as he rubbed his hands and chuckled. «The boy says ye brung three purty heavy trunks with ye.” “Yes; [always travel with plenty of clothes, tennis-rackets, fishing-lines, etc. You've no objection to so much baggage, have you?” “Not a bit of it, sir—not a bit of it! I wish ye had brung ‘leven or twelve with ye. It’s kinder funny ye ain't recognized me yet.” Yo; I don't remember to have ever seen your face before,” said the new arrival, “Well, mebbe my whiskers be a leetle longer or sunthin’, but ye orter know my voice. We had quite a talk one day in Noo York.” HIS DILEMMA. “In—in New York ?" stammered the sporty-looking chap as he turned pale. “Oh, Tommy! you're too old to cry."" “Yep. Don't ye recollect ‘bout me handin’ ye $100 fer that gold-brick? I “Yes: an’ I'm too y-y-young ter have w-wot I'm cryin’ fer."” knowed ye the minnit I seen ye on the wagon last night. Snakes! but that was a most bewtiful swindle ye worked on me, son “ Wewhat are you going to do about it? «Oh, nuthin’. [never raise no fuss unless there's a good occashun fer it. The boy says ye jest went wild over the scenery comin’ up on the wagon, an’ mebbe WHY ‘THEY OBJECTED. ye'd like to walk down to the depot an’ git some more views on the way. The ¢¢)JO,"said the fireman who represented the truck-com- next train to the city passes there at ‘leven-thirty, an’ if ye start now, while I'm pany that had refused to work with a colored truck- lookin’ fer the constable, ye'll jest about ketch it. An’ don't do no worryin’ "bout man; «there is no race-prejudice in it. But we certainly that cash of yours, son, as I'll take the best of care of it.” - hate to work with a man whose face will look just as clean It was a ten-mile walk to the depot, but when the eleven-thirty for New York on the way home from a long fire-fight as it did when we came along it carried away a foot-sore and dusty-looking individual, who scowled started, while we other chaps all look smudgy.” and muttered and shook his fist through the car-window as the train started off again. AB Lewis. ONE WOMAN AND ANOTHER. S PLUMP as a partridge, As round as a ball, A figure artistic, Not too large or small, She's a compliment to her Maker. But a woman, who knew How some women do, Said to me, + Can't you see ‘That she is a nature faker?” $.—I couldn't. W. J. LAMPTON, IN 1925. De Style—** When a circus is stranded now- adays the slack-wire artist is the envy of all the performers.” Gunbusta— How so?” De Style—Why, he is the only one who THE LONE STAR. ; oe ta ie anor * Dolly Twinkletoes thought she was the whole thing last season."* isjable: to.wealk shore on ithe gyroscon ye ratroa “Well, rather! She even thought the limelight was only a reflection.”” comicbooks.com