Judge — September 14, 1907 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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AN EPISODE. H's wife gazed at him in open-eyed wonderment. She was not used to it at all, for, for the last month or two he had been abso- lutely neglecting her. “When I see you, sweet, all that Ihave dreamt of love and happiness is mine. The stars gleam brighter, the flowers smell sweeter, and my life is filled with an ecstasy that cannot be translated into words.” She was thrilled with a joy that had not been hers for many days, and was about to cast herself into his arms when he waved her off. “Through long vistas would I wander with you arm in arm. I would note with you the brooklet’s play- ing, the susurrous message of the trees, the piping of the merry birds, and all life's poesy shall be for us alone. Ah, blessed Arcady, where lovers roam!" She moved about uneasily and longed for the caress that seemed bound to come with the words he uttered, but he went on in a strange JUDGE'S FAVORITES. MARIE LOUISE On AS‘ werTUNE'S DAUONTER," AT THE MIPPODROME. We never thought we'd like to be A mermaid and dwell in the sea; Butsince we've looked at Neptune's daughter We've got a fondness for the water. monotone. «No sorrow can avail whilst we two are together. Of the fount of perpetual happiness shall we drink, and all our long days shall we be of unending comfort each to the other !" She had to interrupt him—she couldn't stand it longer. With one swift bound she threw herself around. him in loving embrace, only to have him cast her rudely aside. “Don’t bother me !"he yelled. + I'm so obsessed by the new, novel HIS DESIRE FOR REST. Sne—'| am getting up a fund to send the minister to Europe for a two-months’ rest. He J wish you luck. But don’t you think we need a longer rest I am writing, and I can’t get some of the love-passages out of my mind.” > And he left the room, leaving her a prey to her sad, sad thoughts and the dim remembrance of the joys of yesteryear. xarwan UP TO DATE, SOYVHERE are you going to, my pretty maid?” “+T'm going to a lecture, si “May I come with you, my pretty maid?” “You won't understand it, sir,” she said. “What is the subject, my pretty maid?” “It’s on ‘woman's rights," good sir,” she said. “Then you won't marry, my pretty maid?” “*1f they'll cut out ‘obey’ I will,” she said LA TOUCHE HANCOCK. RURAL REPARTEE, Deacon Tubbs (meeting a neighbor on the road)—** Hello, Hank! That air nag o' yourn is gittin’ too poor to cast a shadder any more. “Bout time he had a few oats ag’in. Hank Hayseed (nonchalantly)—«« Don't know ez my nag is much worse off than that crow-bait ye're drivin’ yerself, deekin. My hoss may be a trifle thin, but ye can’t see to read fine print through him yet, same as ye kin through yourn.”* WHERE LOGIC FAILS. “Where there's smoke there must be some fire."” “Not always. You ought to see the range in our flat, for example."* TIM'S JOKE. “¢P)ID yer notice about th’ joke me brother Tim played on wan av thim chauffeurs ?” “Theard a turrible thing happened to him. Poor Tim !" “+ Poor Tim’ th’ divvle! He had a shtick av dinnamite in his pocket whin he wor run over.” TRAVELERS’ TALES. THE missionary reported to his band that the Indians believe that the dead can eat because they put food on their graves. The Indian reported to his band that the white men believe that the dead can smell because they put flowers on their graves. A FELLOW- FEELING. Professor—" This milk contains 1,234,567 bacilli to the cubic inch,” Layman—* Poor things! they must feel like they were in a street-car,” PRECISELY. 7 Mrs. Enpec—\ always treat my servants like one of the family.” Mrs. Caustic—“ Oh, is that the reason they never stay 2” GRIM PLEASURE, Knicker—+ Wall Street is a sordid place.” Poet—* Yes ; but still it is a consolation to watch all that tape go into the waste-basket, just like poems.” comicbooks.com