A JUDGE IN BAD COMPANY. 



Dear Sir: Yours of 9th received, and in 

 reply will say that I and 2 friends did catch 

 90 very fine trout in one day. We had a 

 picture taken of the catch. It is now in 

 Pittsburg. I expect to go there to-mor- 

 row, and if I can get it will forward it to 

 you. Yours truly, 



R. E. Umbel, Uniontown, Pa. 



And from the letter it appears that Mr. 

 Umbel is a judge of the District Court. 

 Who can guess which man in the group 

 is the judge? And how can any man of 

 such prominence so utterly forget his dig- 

 nity as to allow himself to be shown in 

 such a distasteful attitude. — Editor. 



THE LAST RABBIT. 



E. R. WILLIS. 



The last rabbit on earth, sat sad and 



forlorn. 

 Awaiting the call from the game-hog's 



horn. 

 Not a bunnie was left all through this 



great world, 

 And soon into space his soul would be 



whirled. 

 He'd been bit by a ferret, shot through the 



back, 

 Dug out from the wall and doubled the 



track. 

 But to be the last one of his tribe, to re- 

 main, 

 Set his nerves all astir by the terrible 



strain. 

 But someone had heard there was yet one 



more rabbit. 

 They search all the woods and they surely 



would have it. 

 They caught him and killed him, with 



hearts full of mirth. 

 They're satisfied now, 'twas the last one on 



earth. 



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