Judge — May 8, 1909 — page 12: what you’re looking at

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ESTABLISHED 1810 99 YEARS OLD OVERHOLT @No char the ocess of ufacture, GNo ch the fla QThe good old. rye as ein h, mellow same W years ago, A. OVERHOLT 6 CO. Pitsburgh, Pa. ERE RN Magnificent New Hoffman House MADION SUI NEW VON Absolutely Ficepreot SOMN JAMESON x kK * WHISKEY For Sale Everywhere W. A. TAYLOR & CO., Sole Agents, New Yorke “THOSE GOOD OLD COLLEGE DAYS." Kendrick Bangs read at tl of C Amringe—k as Van Am’’. ally gave a few facts about his own un- dergraduate days in the early eigh when he was a student at that institu: tion, Ban hot being too clos town where th about his traits and achievements, t results of w he noted on am randut His t the servi | Bill Barlow, the editor af ill 1 I few of his fr humorous torial associate, b ei smashed, hurt. eribed i South Bridj nd Ww bridge t » discours yestord with a passenger train, | “Archbold saw the doctor about his loss of me “Wh In the long “epic poem’ which John recent din- erable dean given in honor of the v: ‘olumbia Univer: Howard Van own to all Columbia alumni Mr. Bangs unintention- In the quotation which follows Mr. 8 tells of his college day: Who, when I car hman meek, A sort of sciolistic Greek, Was first a pleasant word to speak? Van Am! Who, when I couldn't tell him why X equaled % plus minus Y, Raged—with a twinkle in his eye? Van Am! Who flu me ever with a face So genial [ne'er felt disgra But, rather, that I owned the place? Van Am! Wh in eye so keen we ssed He even saw the crib suppressed Inside the lining of our vest? Van Am! Who ne With bri Jump in this world of sin, al and Satanic grin, man, then rubbed it in? Van Am! Who, when a footless facultee Declined to give me my Went out and got the Van Am! ame for me? Henry Codn di to the use of not a number of he was addressin Jogians on the importance of ly confined to a man- i tration he told about a clergy- called upon to officia ne tims the ly w fallowi aneedot When the mi {had lived, just time ton brother, whom n of rare ¢ ad the mental ¢ erring tohis notes- *D: ctof a’ noth We can only mourn him with di sorrowful regret now the tomeect his’—another refer- God. | BILL NYE’S FIRST HUMOROUS EDITORIAL. * Budget, is one of the most un eriean journalism, onfided the is former ed had y here na rail ent. The loc was lost in the river, two p: a were de oyed, th m but no one had been fatally This is the Bill Nye de r upward of ty © been repeatedly prot Hoping, until distr: irs | sed the old ting, y just lai WISE PRECAUTION. | ory." | t did the doctor do?” de him pay in advance. Liqueur Peres Chartreux the old labels have been. a pertyol the Mo Wwadays kowwa as barrassed, a moment or twa arrived at the! a few inquiries | WHAT HE WANTED. i" Young Mr. Charles was plainly em- said, “As 1 and Miss Smith knew what I think I will coming, or thought she did. | “Ob, papa Miss Smith,’? he said fever-' diately her lover disappeared. ‘could I—er—see your father for —did you''— | “td face was radiant, ave a long ride before me, y good-night.”* pleaded the girl imme- “Did he broke in the old man. | Certainly, Mr. Charles," and, excus- His daughter fell on his neck and ing herself, she swept from the parlor. ‘kissed him, He held her at arm’s length. Pre tly the old man came in, and, I did,"’ he repeated. ‘I lent him after a short conversation with Mr. fourpence to get home with—that was ark he stepped to the door and what he wanted me for."’—London Tit- summoned his daughter. Bits. en degree AS HE BIDS GooD-BY Drowning man—* Drop Funny man What's the se! ‘There ain't no post-otlice where you're goin THE MAN WHO DELIVERS THE RURAL MAIL. HEL i th old Unele From serving in the army down to te tinge beef and ham; Or being a dep: ashington, And working down in Panama, they s lots of fun; But, when it comes to gov'ment jobs a country chap can nail, I'd rather be the carrier who serves the rural mail. It's ten o'clock each morning, or somewhere thereabout, When Jason White, the carrier, con weinge down his route; His yellow sulky creaking loud behind his speckled nag, And Jason busy sorting mail out of each le: A letter here, a paper there—his mem'ry must not fail, I tell you what, it takes a head to serve the rural mail. It’s fun to watch the folks com And see him dealing out the mail qT Lose id sample seeds & And postal cards from Eastport, Maine, cle =a tters for the lovesick gals, with town beaus on the trail— By gosh! there's lots of happiness hid in the rural mail. And once, when we were near the school, we heard young J And then we saw him halt his nag and call the teacher ou And when she asked him what he had, in such a pretty way, He leaned way out and kissed her—gosh! her face was red all day. Ry hen! of all the gov'ment jobs s country chap can n I'd rather be the carrier who serves the rural mail. VICTOR A. HERMANN. on shout, *