Judge — November 30, 1907 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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Ean millionaire and his daughrer. sere depen: of title. A USEFUL END. He—" Grand opera certainly serves a great purpose, does it not?"” “Yes. LOVE AND A CORONET. News note —The Duc de Blanc is the guest of an Ameri- How long he will remain There seems to be some hitch in the transfer OVE, Love, dear Love, “That cries to him to take The new love to his heart And all the old forsake ; Love, Love, dear Love, Demanding that he let ‘This yearning, hopeful heart “ Put on his coronet. P Love, Love, dear Love, ‘That brings two souls to bless Each other through a life Of sweet unselfishness ; Love, Love, dear Love, ‘That makes two hearts to beat The measures of two minds In unison complete ; Love, Love, dear Love, Which heeds not any price That it may have to pay For noble sacrifice. Gee whiz! What a wonder Love is, Ain't it? Painters can't paint it, ‘And the poets who think ‘They can write up its beauty Find their pens on the blink. It's the greatest thing in the world, Gadzukes! No less to the clodhoppers Than it is to the dukes. Wow! Wreathe lilies round its brow, And at its feet Let the roses meet. ‘Truth of truths and flower of flowers, Love's the power of all the powers. Oh, say, nothing in the wide world could, By any chance, be just as good. Gold is dross to dukes, and they Dodge it when it comes their way. Similarly coronets ‘Are what womarkind forgets. Gold is dross, position nought ; Love is only to be sought— For if Love is not, ah, then, Men are brutes instead of men. Love, dear Love, On history's page No age compares with marri-age. My scat! What's that? Ww. J. LAMFTON, A WAR-HOOP—The wedding-ring. ‘One always appreciates rag-time so much more after hearing It."" HIS SCHEME. HEY occupied the same seat on the train that ran between Mudcrest and New York. One was a stout, rosy-faced individual with a wobbly triple chin, that resembled the rollers of accylinder press, The other was a stolid, sombre-looking man, engaged in reading the Mud- crest Mirror. Everything, except the train, went along quietly, until the gloomy man reached an item about one of the townsmen. It displeased him. “ Ridiculous !" he grumbled, loud enough for his neighbor to hear him, “ What's ridiculous ?” inquired the fleshy fellow pleasantly. “ Why,” rejoined the other, “here's Ralph D. Gunbusta—know him well ; sensible fellow; always considered him shrewd—goes and marries his cook's daughter.” “He is indeed sensible,” came from the stout individual ; “he is indeed a foxy fellow.” “What ! a man of his social standing in the community marrying the daughter of a cook? Horrible!" . “Don't you see the scheme?” chuckleg the other, poking the sombre fellow in the ribs. « Now he’s sure that his cook will stay. I've had considerable experience with mothers-in-law, you know.” And just then the train came to a sudden stop and the fat man wobbled off. vr. rrrzex. PERVERSE. Wife—Do come over to Mrs. Barker's with me, John. She'll make you feel just as if you were at home.” Her husband— “Then what's the use of going?” HIS ANSWER. Judge—" Do you acknowledge the charge brought be- fore the court, of throwing your wife to the ground and knocking her head repeatedly against the floor ?” Prisoner (eva- sively)—" I was only trying to make a hit SET RNEWIIT. with her, your hon- “Well, my dear, I had my life insured to-day." or.” “That's just like you—always thinking of yourself!" comicbooks.com