Judge — December 21, 1907 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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FROM SUNSHINE LAND. HE Santa Claus in the picture-books Has a countenance jolly and red. No doubt you think from his wintry looks, As he drives his reindeer sled, That he comes from a cold and icy shore To visit the children, rich and poor. And I don’t suppose you'll understand If I tell you he comes from Sunshine Land. But here is the secret—a simple thing— It will make you smile when you know, He comes from a land of eternal spring, Where a million blossoms blow. Where all is happiness and delight, Where all is crowned with immortal light ; A country which lies quite close at hand— From the garden fields of Sunshine Land. ‘Tis there he gathers each year the toys That you see on your Christmas-trees For all the good children, the girls and boys, Whom he thinks it best to please ; And though he looks aged and gray, I'm told His heart is.as young as it was of old, : For he comes from the Sunshine Land above, A saint of mercy—a saint of love! La TOUCHE HANCOCK. WHAT BROKE HIM. H'ceins had acquired a habit that he found hard to break. It came from desk-work in an office where there was little to do * and none too much to pay. He had torn a piece of paper froma tab and rolled and unrolled it between the thumb and forefinger for so many years that he found it hard to think without this accom- paniment. Try as he would, he could not break himself of the habit, and finally gave up in despair. One day, while on the street, a weighty matter kept troubling him, but he found it impossible to think clearly. Unconsciously putting his fingers into his vest-pocket, they came in contact with aten-dollar bill. It was all the money he had left from the last month's salary. Taking out the-bill, he rolled and unrolled it while thinking out the problem. At the conclusion he carelessly tore the bill into bits, as he had always disposed of his roll of paper, and tossed them into the gutter. And that broke him. 1. BRADLEY VANDAWORKER, SAID IN PASSING. ‘4GPEAK about sloppiness in women! there's a first-class example across the Street,” grunted the woman-hater, pointing to a wo- man passing opposite them. ‘See how she holds one side of her skirts up above her knees and lets the other drag along in the mud. That's a sloppy woman, that is!" . “T'll speak to her about it,” quietly annexed his companion. “Eh! You know her?" “Yes, She's my wife.” GOOD UNDERSTANDING. u—"" With your little feet, I'm afrald Santa Claus won't be able to get much into your stocking.” I've thought of that, and 1 was Just wishing you'd lend me one of yours."" FISH DAY. Mamre—"" Why ts your mother going to take us to the Aquarium Instead ised 2"" of to the Zoo, as she prom! Ernet— Because it's Friday, stupid!" A CLOSE CALL. $6} {OW many buckets ot water in the sea?” thundered the king for the final question. ‘ «Two, my lord,” answered the trembling peasant, * if the buckets be big enough.” “ By the pawn-check on my crown, thou hast saved thy miserable life with thy ready answers !" mused the king. But now I wish I had asked thee why the huge vases of red-and-blue liqugrs in the drug-store windows.” Realizing how close he had been to death, the peasant stammered his thanks and fled from the castle. SOME UNWRITTEN LETTERS. FROM WILLIE. De® Auntie Jane : Ma says I’ve got To write and thank you now for what You sent me—that old handkerchief ! But, darn it all! I'd just as lief Have not had nothin’! Ain't no fun In handkerchiefs! I'd like a gun. FROM ALICIA, Dear Mr. Spoons : I write in haste Tosay your gift showed wretched taste. Of course I must enthuse, et cet., Because you may be useful yet. But have you neither ears nor eyes, To send a thing that I despise? PROM PASTOR. Dear Brethren, Sisters : I’m aware That is a very handsome chair. My thanks are due you, I suppose, For such a gift—but goodness knows I rather more content would be Had you but paid my salary ! ROWIN L. SABIN, THE missing link has been dis- covered—under the bureau, comicbooks.com