Judge — July 22, 1911 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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with a glittering brilliancy that takes one’s mind back to the fairy dreams of childhood’s nursery days. The Missionary Society, desi ing to do its undivided share in saving the millions and millions of unconverted savages, gave the most magnificent, pleasing, de- lightful, entrancing, glorious, and colossal ice-cream festival ever conceived, on last Monday evening, and cleared $11.35, The sweet-voiced choir, coruscating, scintillating harmony, pleased the multitude in attendance. The Rev. Will Rippum, posi- tively the most fearless, thrill- ing, dashing, and daring evangelist of this or any other age, will open a week's engagement, under a mammoth water- proof tent, next Tuesday night. Doors open at seven o'clock, performance be- gins at seven-thirty. Positively the only evangelist coming this season. Mr. ’Rastus Abraham Lincoln and his one-eyed mule gave a delightful exhibi- tion of equine intelligence and graceful and peerless mule- manship upon the streets of our fair city last Thursday afternoon. A more attractive picture or a more interesting performance is seldom, if ever, seen on the streets of even the greatest city on earth. The magnificent qualities of tone, individuality, and fascinating style were remarkably and de- lightfully evident in this mas- terful and delightful eques- trian number, which only closed when the famous ’Ras- tus, swift as a meteor, left the back of the mulish cata- pult, struck an upward curve, and made one stupendous, PROOF. re you sure he married her for her money 2"” “Absolutely. 1 've seen her.”" marvelous, fearful flight over Ben Thompson's barbed-wire fence and alighted safely in the frog pond upon the other side. Certainly a most pleas- ing, entertaining, and instructive dis- play for old and young alike. Ete., ete. —Moreis Anderton, EVEN cosmetically speaking, hand some is that handsome does, VALUELESS. “* Any luck, mister ?"” ** Not even a bite."” “* What ‘ll ye take for the rod ?"" By JOHN K. Le BARON. T° THE dreamer life is a poem, To the poet life is a dream; To the man of affairs, With his worries and cares, It’s a struggle against the stream. The dreamer may have his mission, The poet fulfill his forte; But you'll always find That the worth-while kind Are the Abou Ben Adhem sort. By Threes. By WILLIAM J. BURTSCHER, HREE paths that lead but to the grave—allopath, homeo- path, and osteopath. Three motions that rush us, push us, and delight us—locomo- tion, promotion, and motion pictures. Three creams that cool us, fool us, and rule us—ice cream, face cream, and cream of society. Three milks that we get and give— half milk, all milk, and the milk of human kindness. Three sights that are great—fore- sight, hindsight, and out-of-sight. Three ships that are more or less uncertain—friendship, courtship, and airship. Three days that are uni- versally remembered — birth- day, holiday, and heyday. Three hearts that beat any- thing in the world—big heart, warm heart, and sweetheart. Three times that we go by and etop by —slow time, fast time, and time to quit. Job’s Comforter. Crawford—" Why don’t you use a little common sense and look on the bright side?”” Crabshaw — ‘Why, man, you're color-blind! There isn’t any bright side! comicbooks.com