Judge — December 3, 1910 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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“Christmas Day at Grandma's By W. CAREY WONDERLY ARLY Christmas momin Breakfast’s done, Every little m ndma's always waiting— See, the holly’s hung In the door and windows, And the casement’s strung! * Merry Christmas, dears! Nowhe: Are ap else but Grandma's les big and red; Nowhere else but Grandma's (So says little Ted) pies so brown and tempting— dinger-men so tall— ‘There's a Christmas tree that reaches To the ceiling in the hall! Grandma always seems to know, "hat we want most of all She don't give Kit an engine, Nor me a blue-eyed doll But Nan the doll and me the cars That run upon a track; Ted gets a picture-puzzle, Lou a jumping Oh, we have a jolly time, Do just what we will! Grandma never whispers * Nor tells us to be still So soon as breakfast’s over, We all run a Off to dear old Gran: What a Christm hush-h!"" The Wireless Amateur By VICTOR A. HERMANN E'S A HIGH browed little fellow Who's been saving up a And instead of novels yellow He has bought a queer outfit There are motors, jars, And a lofty cross-pi And it seems he never tires— For ambition is his goal. And in five and twenty winks He has comered all the kinks— And he dreams some day Marconi will come journeying down b iment his effor teur. s, does the backyard So he bums the midnight oil In a narrow fetid shed And the neighbors note his toil— From their windows overhead Wonder if he’s counterfeiting When they hear strange sounds below And the blue sparks start to spitting And he lets the current flow But he never minds the heads And at last they seck their beds— For his genius mind is centered on the sparks from far and near, That come flashing to the workshop of the backyard amateur. John Bull is getting nervous When his code is cribbed complete And he says; The Lord preserve us— pe it's the German flect.”” I can fad pity t why I'm h ks. Hobson: ec it'sa flash from Mars But it's not the Japs or Germans or men on another sphere, It's that enterprising genius—the backyard amateur. JUDGE Qualified Good Will “Don't” you believe, at this time of peace and good will in forgiving your enemie: “Well, some of them." Some of them? Whynot all of them? “Well, some of them are neither yes, as rich as influen- Tam.” nor tial as pite of all the mean swe men ave saidabout hooking up the back of a man's dress, are forced Imit that fastenating A Modern View S cheaper to have loved and lost, (If such should be your fate Before the Christmas Holidays, Than at a later date. Overwhelming Authority By ELLIS 0. J HE following collection from ancient and lern epigrammatists ought to. be roof of the futility of the modern to get something for nothing ho sweet NES sweat, pains, no gains. toil, no t No risk, no ro: No trial, no triumph price, no prize fast, no feast Brother Ben's Prose Poems OME poets ofthe Winter sing, and rave o'er driven snow.” But it is quite another thing, when drifts their shovels throw! Then coal we shovel, for a change, hes by the ton; the furnace and the are such a lot of fun! We shovel long, then chase O, life is but one long comel when buck- le syrup is and Winter Joys begin! Then in pies are and nuts and apples, too; in fact a lot of joys are had, as we go shov'ling through! Then let the winds blow high or low, and politics go hang! We'll bravely el driven snow, and to trouble say, Jang!” WINTER JOYS and kitchen range rake and shake the plumber some sweet song, But for when Winter Joys I this, who cares A Telling Argument Willie—" These nice things are all for me, 1'd better give them to me. them all you'll only get sick If you eat again The Attraction HE wife is the sun of the social system. Unless she attracts, there is nothing to keep heavy bodies like husbands from flying off into space down a watch and at Feared Modifications sas per Willie's dictation. rum. a he Whim f want a That Cheery Phrase | By FREDERICK MOXON | HAVE a friend, an editor i I know he is my friend, Because sometimes good re Encouragement he'll send And even when I lose the Played for with joke « Now wishes (good Quite cheering, and I th Between them and success is found A psychologic link; testing still life’s horoscope, My pen I freshly prime, And scribble, scribble, filled with hope Of “better luck next time.” To sweet Miss Rose I lost my heart, And then I lost Miss Rose, Because in one essential part T failed—just to prop For while, to heights of passion wrought, I sonnetcered, sublime She married: yet I smiled and thought Of “better Tuck next ti “THE comicbooks.com