Judge — February 13, 1909 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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—_—§g, NOTES FROM THE | BASSWOOD BUGLE. (@) UR dramatical c crickets laid up th misery in the of his back this k, and our write- up of the Medicine show on Main Street Tuesday night will have to be put off until next week. , spin x Hod 3 has bought a new sweat- rr, but we don’t see why, as he don’t never sweat none, Our school- ma’am has jot a new wisdom tooth, and we don't know of idst who is more entitled to anybody in our r KK, MOULTON, Hl, WE'VE danced with the maids of old Bra: And we've kissed the dear girls of Peru And, in soft moonlight of a We've made love as all good sailors do. Oh, we fondled the girls of far Argentine, For there And we crooned of a palace of gold. With their dark, flashing eyes, like big fi They t 8 that we told In Austr: bowers, "mid ros of sweet fancy sere And, in dear old J y la weft a heart that had sworn to b And it's out with the * Hip, hip, hooray ! Come, 1 Nell; Com Kates, Here hearts of true blue are waiting for you For you, Miss United States, nen SALVE arm tropic night, a EXPLOSIVE. 7," suid the C “it’s blowing up cold. Shall I blow up the janitor and get him to blow up the fur- Sure,” replied the Czar hastily, “but I wish you wouldn’t put it that way. “ALSO RAN.” He—" Your ac- cepted lover would run before he would fight mi She—“1 am afraid he would have “a, to if he ever fought nAPeveastn you! MISS UNITED STATES. \, But the tale that is toid on a warm summer night, And the love that is won in a day, Are tricks of the trade, which, as soon as they're made, Like sailorman cares, fade away. only one girl for your young Uncle Sam, Be he soldier or sailing the s ireflies, And the love that he calls, when tl Is named Hortense, or Mage ¢ last anchor falls, Magi So it's + And it From capta you do, Miss United Stat right aboard,”? and ‘ This wa le, it's a hom oming fet ast | VHE YARNS OF CAPTAIN FIBE. 1. “I'll never fergit the time 1 wuz marooned ona desert island. ‘They left me to me fate in a little nd pretty soon a flock 0” fie bals swoops down on me, and I sees that fer! floats nice on the water wave didn't come J wash the and I feels pretty safe, when all of a sudden | peeps to sea, and me init! And them out o! the winder and’ I sees that yelpin’ pack 0° fon the shore and howhn like out arter me in boats! “Then I But lash me to the mast fer a sinner, if a big whale didn’t come to the surface jist_as them ocean, like a reg’lar house-boat with a three hun- beach, and the dern critter gives a mighty flip to brutes wuz ready to nab me, and lifts the shanty dred and fifty horse-power motor in it! Bust me his tail and lands me, house and all, right on the right outer the water on his back — bulkhead if we wuzn't goin’ come !—— 5. ——and scoots like a streak clean across the 6, —— Pretty soon we comes in sight of a bathin* beach, and | looks around and sees that 1 am in Coney Island.” comicbooks.com