Judge — June 3, 1911 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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ee Gert “4 SUGGESTION.” Every Cloud a Silver Lining. AYS pretty Nell to homely Belle, “Dear me! how time goes by! When my dear Jack is cal here those clock hands seem to fly Says homely Belle to pretty Nell, ‘‘Al- though my looks you knock, At such a time they would serve me well. My face would stop the clock.” The Best She Could Do. 467] CANNOT live without you,’’ he declared. . “Don't say that!"’ she replied. “I shall not marry you, but I will ask father to give you a job.”” Mary's Aeroplane. ‘ARY had an aeroplane, Its wings were white as snow; But every time she wished to fly, The plane refused to go. Remarks on Fishing. By C. LESLIE VAN EVERY. Although these were dropped they were pot damaged.) HE WISE old angler goes by certain signs—usually by all of them. The fellow who always has poor luck should cheer up and remember that many of the largest fish, ever recorded as having been caught weighed less than a pound when first taken from the water. To manipulate a reel proper- ly, liquid bait should be used. Several fish without wings have been caught on the fly. I once sent to an editor a lit- tle poem written about some fish I had lost because my lines were poor. The poem was re- turned to me with the informa- tion that its lines were not un- like the ones I had been fishing with, Even the small things should be taken into consideration when plans are being made for a fishing trip. The mosquitoes, for instance. (Nore: Usually. Willis—""I see Mr. Highupp has died. I wonder what his family will do."” Gillis—"As usual, I suppose. The wife a monument and the nurse will raise the children."" will raise UT THE fellow worth while Is the one with a smile When he finds he has run out of bait. QUITE NOTICEABLE. Truckman—"" It's mighty poor bread we 're a-gettin’ since wheat is bein’ shredded." Cart horse (in a whisper) —'‘An’ a mighty lot of sawdust I gits since oats are made into breakfast food."" Voice (from next room) —‘* Willie, don't call the The Labels and the Lions. HILE the crowd was gathering in the menagerie tent of a small cir- cus in an Ohio town, some of the spec- tators observed that an attendant who was engaged in hanging small metallic placards on the cages had made a mis- take at the lions’ den. MIGHT CATCH IT. Joneses up; they have the measles,”” The label ‘Lioness’? was hung under the compartment containing the male, while the words ‘African Lion’’ adorned the lair of the female. When the attention of the keeper was called to the mistake, he scratched his head thoughtfully. “Them guys make me tired!’’ he grumbled. ‘‘Now I s’pose I'll have to fix it.’’ To the astonishment of the on- lookers the keeper entered the den, | where, with many a shout and many acrack of his big whip, he forced the huge beasts to crawl through an iron door in the partition and change places. | When he had finished, the keeper backed through the door of the cage, flicked a few particles of dust from his uniform, and expressed his sen- timents in the following words: “If them guys ever does that trick again, I'll make them change the cards!"’ WATS of batters all remind us | Games are in the ninth oft won— | That’s the reason why you find us Basing hopes on that home run. comicbooks.com