Judge — January 14, 1911 — page 8: what you’re looking at

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| To a Suffragette. (With apologies to James Whitcomb Riley.) By GEORGE B. STAFF. HERE, suffragette, don’t cry! You will soon get a vote, I know; Then the stunts you do, And your banners, too, Will be of the long ago. These crue! days will soon pass by— There, suffragette, don’t cry! There, suffragette, don’t cry! For your dreams will come true, I know; And I'm sure, then, You will show the men How the government should go. So keep your nerve, with courage high— There, suffragette, don’t cry! There, suffragette, don’t ery It's a trying thing, I kno And your chance now seems Like rainbow gleams That quickly come and go. But the vote holds all for which you sigh— There, suffragette, don’t cry! Notes from the —— = ens Sh WINGING A DUCK. Flirtatious duck—'‘ Oh, sir, I am lost on this island }"’ Sophisticated crow—"' Aw, goon, Who ever heard of a duck being lost on an island !"* Basswood Bugle. By ROY K. MOULTON, QUIRE PURDY was read- in’ in the paper the other day that there was some talk of passin’ a uniform divorce law, and his daugh- ter, who has been divorced three times, said she hopes the uniforms will be pretty, or she won't wear one, You cannot tell by the looks of a tud how fur he kin jump, or an actor, either. Signor Falsetto, for- merly Hank Haskins, of this town, who is in vaudeville, wrote home that he jumped from Winnipeg to New Orleans AN EVERY DAY EXPRESSION “ T thought I would die laughing.” last week, and he ain’t a very athletic feller, either, Hod Skibbs and Ren Binks, of this town, have gone into vaudeville, with a fifteen-minute act on the parallel bars. They act three minutes and wipe their hands twelve. They call Eli Simms, of our town, a genius, because he claims he has in- vented an oil stove that won't smell; but Eli is no genius. No; Eli is a liar. Amry Tilson, our tonsorial artist, says he always stops at the St. Regis when he goes to the city. He stopped there three times last Thursday. Miss Pansy Hilliker, the beautiful and accomplished daughter of Mr. Bush- rod Hilliker, our well-known general- store proprietor, also hides and taller, lumber, lath, and land plaster, notary public with trained seal, undertakin’ and foldin’ chairs for rent, also brick ice- cream for sale on order, expects to elope next Wednesday evening with Mr. Elmer Hudnutt, the genial canvasser for the “Little Household Companion,’’ which contains screw-driver, monkey wrench, tack puller, corkscrew, nail file, hose mender, chisel, can opener, compasses, pliers, wire stretcher, solderin’ iron, callipers, envelope opener, toothbrush, and pipe cleaner. It was expected to keep the elopement a secret, but they allowed as how they might just as well let it leak out a few days in advance, for it would be a shame to disappoint anybody who wanted to send a little token of esteem. The blushin’ bride is one of our society buds, with hobble skirt and willow plume, and the groom is a well-known young business man. They will take an extended weddin’ trip through the East and will be back within two days, after which they will make their home with the bride's parents. The bride will continue to giv lessons. & @ ° H| eo 7 im g 2 Y a FASHION NOTE.—ONE OF THE EARLIEST SKIRTS. comicbooks.com