Judge — December 7, 1907 — page 38: what you’re looking at

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WHAT BLISS. N CHRISTMAS night Ob, what delight, When stars are brightly gleam- ing, And snows are piled And breezes wild, And love, young love, is dream. ing! Ties What bliss, I say, With pa’s old sleigh, And robes all warm and furry — And Dobbin, dear, Who has no fear That he will haye to hurry. And then—oh, well, If T must tell! Your own-y, ownest girlie, In coat and hood, All tucked in good And warned to ‘come home carly.” What bliss, I say, And then—at last— To ride away Hearts beating fast, With bells just faintly jingling, In love's delightful tether, And later on, To, somehow, feel When love has won, Lips slowly steal Our chilly fingers mingling. And then—why—freeze together. LURANA W. SHELDON. STORIES THAT WENT WRONG. TItE owner of the automobile commanded his chaufleur to stop. “My friend,” he said, addressing the man who stood beside the dog which had just been run over, 1 am very sorry this has hap- pened. If ten dollars will satisfy you for the harm that has been done, here is the money. William, you may proceed. ‘The dog had belonged to the man who got the money. INFANTILE PLAUSIBILITIES. ginning “Nursery rhymes are so silly. Take, for example, * Dickery, who was begining to be bald _ sy dickery, dock: the mouse ran up the clock.’ Now, what sense is there in that ?"* “Do you mean the stout lady with the lo-and-behold waist ? iste Maybe tho clock was cua gil's sockings « What a homely woman that is across the room,” said the man asked the one who was getting gray at the temples. **Ves., [can't imagine why a woman ee a figure wishes gnenly declared his willingness to whip everybody in the room. Then to draw attention to herself by wearing that ind of'a costume: he happened to see an unobtrusive-looking stranger in a corner, and She was not the other man’s wife. with,a bellow like that of an angry bull he rushed upon hm, threaten- The late James McNeil Whistler was one day strolling through a ing to pull his head off and throw it at him. gallery in which there was an exhibition of paintings and etchings. The unobtrusive gentleman, in- While he stood in front of a certain picture a stranger paused beside stead of knocking him down, rose and him, saying, fled. He had never been achampion “ That is absolutely the worst thing Lever saw. Whatdo you sup-” boxer in.college. pose it is intended to represent, anyhow?” : “1 don't know,” replied Whistler, after which he passed on. It was not one of his productions, The large, raw-boned bully had +e Ramee, A LONE “WIDDY'S" LAMENT. Widdy McMulligan, who lived by herself, ‘The roof leaked a trifle, that is quite true, Ate out of tin pans, iron pots and cracked delf. And the stove smoked badly—sc did she, too. ‘She liked to live high, so she lived in an attic, But Widdy McMulligan took life easy and quiet. And tho’ seldom sick, was always room-attic. ‘When she had nothing to eat she said she must diet ! comicbooks.com