Judge — October 29, 1910 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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A Health to Judge on His Birthday. By HARVEY PEAKE ERE'S to the Jun birthday be joll Here's to his wit, frolic, and folly. He has always amused us, ‘And sometimes confused us, And even refused us; But why should we grow! when he ’s never abused us? So hold high your glasses, See no one evades This toast ‘To the host Whose broad smile never fades, Whose humor ’s uplifting, Whose wit ne'er degrades, Retrogrades, Masquerades, Or dissuades. :, may his wisdom, With him we will add a few more merry es, The editors and their artists, and their other good aids, Who bunched together are quite hard to beat, So we raise up our voices and rise to our feet As we say, “Here 's their very good health And their increasing wealth, Hip, hurray !"" “The Call of the Wild.” ‘ARK! What a veritable tumult of na- ture’s wildest sounds greets the ear, myriad of varied shrieks, calls, howls, roars, wails, and nondescript noises fill the air. Now there is a lull, but only for the very briefest interval, and the strange, wierd, wild strains of nature’s potpourri again smite the ear. ialalzialaipltal Mother Goose Revised Downward. hy ROSCOE GILMORE STOTT. For Babyland. 66] ITTLE drops of water, Little grains of sand” — Make the finest mudpies Found in all the land. For Germany. Little chains of ‘‘winnies,”’ Little sips of beer Make the hungry Dutchman Wish his mealtime near. For Democrats. Little hacks at tariff, Little gains in Maine Make the silly Donkey Bray till he’s insane. For the Wrights. Little flights to sunward, Little patents, too, Make “the common peepul’? Wish that they had flew. For Insurgents. Little spurts of ego, Little wordy pI Never make the hero ‘Whom the people pr: For the President. Little politicians, Little parasites Slam at any winner With their spits and spites. For “His Honor.” Little rhymes for laughter, Little jokes for grins Covereth with blessing * Multitudes of sin: LOOK OUT FOR YOUR STOVEPIPES, TOO! Mr. Giraffe—"" Drat these newfangled aeroplanes, anyhow! A gent can't go for a walk without having his hat knocked off bringing us into the very heart of the wil- derness. List to the roar of thecataract! Higher Wages for Skilled Labor. Hark to the acreech of the owl! Now 'tis the bark of the coyote, now the musical cadence of the wind soughing through the trees and the melancholy call of the catbird. Now there is a terrific explosion as the storm bursts and the thunder crashes, and a and ruined !"" Why sigh for the music of the wilderness and the ‘Call of the Wild,"” when the auto's horn and the collapsing tire bring them to our very doors? rh . S. —~ orga “FOLLOWING THE FASIIION. 66 FFOW IS it, ma'am, you pay the other nursegirl ten dollars a month more than you do me?”” “Why, Annie,” replied her mistress, “Marie takes care of Fido, while you have merely to look after the children!” Farmer Stunts—"' 1 ain't slow tew ketch onter new noshuns, and it didn't take half a minute ter see thet this glass wind brake idee of these auto feilers wus jist the thing fur cumfort when yer behind somethin’ thet kin go.”” comicbooks.com