Judge — January 10, 1914 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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His Daughter HE RIDES with flying skirts and hair To where two rail- roads meet and cross; She rides, it seems, at des- perate loss: Her gown is torn, her feet are bare. Why is it that she rides so wild, To where the railroads meet and cross? Now over rock, now on the moss, A frantic girl, the merest child. Is it because some bridge is down, Beyond there where the railroads cross? Or wreck, or ‘‘hold-up,”’ at a toss? A train derailed just out of town? With face as stern as it is sweet She rides to where the railroads cross; The dust has dimmed her hair's bright gloss; The horse she rides is strong and fleet. Why does she ride at such a pace To reach the place where railroads cross? There where she sees the section-boss, The big man with the smiling face. The man who seems to be so glad, Who waves his hand where railroads cross, To whom she shouts, ‘This is some hoss! Am I on time with dinner, dad?” —Madison Cawein. VEILED SUGGESTION The burglar’ s szveetheartThat 'd be a swell bat t’ swipe fer me fer Christmas, Jemmie! From a Sinner’s Diary Monpay we thrashed. Ma sent me to town for a hundred feet of bo- logna. She sails in regardless of expense when we have thrashers. Floyd umpired the straw and built his stack four hun- dred feet long and four feet high. Bert Pember said that was just like Floyd; in the spring he always made great calcula- tions, and in the fall he'd flatted out just like his stack. Brose said pa could use it fora reservoir. If it got dry, he could run a pipe in and tap the water that would lie in the top after arain. Roy said he built it that way so ma could run around on it and gather eggs. A hired man we had four or five years ago gave ma a pair of old breeches to make a rug with. The other day she went through them and found a dollar in the pistol pocket. Believing honesty is best, having tried both ways, she squeezed a stamp out of me tosendittohim. He's gnawing a plug of tobacco before this. I wish I had found it. Pa likes to pick a fuss now while he’s sitting around getting well. He was reading in a natural history and broke out: ‘‘According to this description of a whale’s throat, it would have hustled Jo- nah to go down.’? Nobody said anything. Sunday night I found a nickel out by the horse tub. Ididn’t advertise it much, thinking now I could afford to treat my- self and sail high in general thenextday. But the cobbler nailed my heel on for nothing, the harness mender sewed my line buckle on (it got fast and I got mad and yanked it off) and fixed my banjo box for nothing (because I told him I'd got to have somebody make my horse a breast collar, I think), and my Pessimist took me to ice cream. So I got through as cheap as smuggling in with the school children or crawling through a hole fair- time. And I’ve got my old nickel yet. Ma comes to the stair door every morning and yells three times, as cross, and at the very tip end of her voice, when she don’t mean me at all, but is trying to wake up the men. She lets out her three yells, no matter how soon I begin to answer. Aunt Elden ordered a picture enlarged for Uncle Frank's birthday. She said she didn’t expect it done by then, but she'd tell him that day, so he could ‘*jaw.’’—Lynette Freemire. EXXXXEIELILELEES SES TEEITEEE Ss? A GREAT ACTRESS STIRRING HER AUDIENCE Honor Up-to-date se HAT is the meaning of the verb ‘to honor’?’’ asked Hardshell. “That's easy. It means to bestow marks of honor or esteem upon a per- son,’’ replied Gayboy. “Well, has the word changed its mean- ing lately?” “No, I guess not.’’ “Guess again. I think it has, It must nowadays have a pecuniary relation. You've read about the town of Loudon, Va., entertaining William Jennings Bryan, haven't you?” “Yes,"" “‘Well, the town, when Mr. Bryan ar rived the other day, turned itself inside out to honor him. Banqueted him and gave him a gold key to the city hall. Regular, old-fashioned welcome. And Mr. Bryan, as most guests of honor do, delivered an address. “T begin to get you.’ “And when -he went back to Washing- ton, he sent a bill for $350 for the ad- dress, His usual price is $500.”” “That was a concession, wasn’t it? A reduction of $150." “Maybe. But you forget the gold key. The reception committee ought to bill that to Bill. I wonder how much it weighs.’” After all, ancestors are only a matter of time. comicbooks.com