Judge — December 23, 1916 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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HERE'S mate And a fountain-pen from my cousin Joe, I felt was ex- (You could see my fea- tures were all aglow) When Annette, the love- liest lass I know, Sent me something that well, it pleased a lot ) And it set my pulses a- thrilling so— ) Ah! many the Christmas gifts Tg There were books that came from my sister Kate And they made the prettiest sort of row; I received a gun that you'd highly rate And a fishing-pole you'd be glad to show, There were gloves and ties and such things, and lo! Came the pipe that suited me to a dot And which soothed in many a pang and throe— Ah! many the Christmas gifts I got. There were fine cigars of which oft I'd prate, (Ul not always smoke such cigars, I trow;) There were sofa cushions (and let me state ‘That with sofa cushions and smoke to blow All the ills of life so much softer grow). There were other things—if I name them not It is not because that to praise I'm slow Ah! many the Christmas gifts I got ENVOY But there’s naught that fills me just now but y I find that the tears fall hot. I forgot to say it was years Ah! many the Christmas gifts I got Nathan M. Levy. A Bird of Passage “Pop, what does the Bible mean by be- ing here to-¢ and gone to-morrow?” “Probably the cook, my son.” Egg View Notes Wille Corny Paine was on his way home from a Yuletide tnp to Spring Ledge in his second-hand Pollywog automobile, Monday afternoon, he offered a tramp a ride, but the tramp quickly told Corny that he felt empty enough, as it was. Myrt Spoor, who has t up and writing down verses, read an exceedingly clever and original poem at the school-house Christmas — exercises Friday night, and got almost done with it before she lost her place and had to go back and begin at the first again, with a fresh start. After the entertainment let out, Chet Lumley, our drayman, was seen telling several persons that he believed it was one case where there was a loss without any gain. Witt Larcom was in Pollywog Thursday to purchase some kind of a gift for himself in a high-grade gents’ furnishing store. Witt con- versed freely with a clerk before de- ciding on anything and told the clerk he learning to be a tele- graph operator but never expected to be a fast one, so the clerk talked Witt into buying a pokey dot shirt. The weather acted very mild and agreeable for the annual spe: cial holiday meeting of the W man’s Elite Social Club, at the home of Lutie mber, Tues- day night, but a terrible bl zard soon started in, and when it got to be bedtime, everybody but Cylindra Berger made: miserable and awkward work of wading through the deep drifts. Cylindra had on a big-city latest-style outfit, which was never in her way. —Leslie Van Exery. ken to thinking Every Inducement you didn’t catch any fish, ee EN Birlic “No, the horrid fish wouldn’t And I baited with caramels, too.’* bite. Solved “Why is it that our young men don’t marry?” asked the elderly spinster. “I suppose because they are not ked,”’ replied the cynical bachelor, with a greater regard for courtesy than he usu- ally disp! Whichever way the war goes Poland will be free to do as she is told. comicbooks.