Judge — February 25, 1882 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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* said the Genie Ss more in 1 an wsthetie lecture on the ance, but [can’t tell it in these | T must late with my hands and arn that if you will relea roll in So much opulence t ave room to gesticu- TL now swear Twill make you at_ you can atford ¢ dollars a pint for strawberries in em to pay thr midwinter. ‘This inducement the fisherman could not re He remnoved the cover of the vessel, and | He thy that his fellow-citizens ted him for Congre: she s} © other nece During the ea, the boy ure jority that he nt $50,000 treatin, ary campaign ated by su “JAY CHARLTON.” A youxe girl of Alb: turned from. sehe i the world * Millions, kel what the pe She readily re- plied, nd cotillions.” Pappy Ryay isa sade He will now yo back to nda wiser man, and sell R: Pappy Ryan was hit him in the tras: him in the tru: fraid that Sullivan would But wouldn't it be to hit SULLIVAN he challe geal, and will still Troy men, who t you don’t sue nto be. ‘Troy again. No Cong he eveni He is blooming thr in the week; but isn't this night blooming serious? SEVERAL of the newsp: van, the prizetighter, wears devilish grin, But as. Mr. hand is about to visit New York, we will m ly remark that in his nice green knec merely regarding Mr. Ryan tiated his eyes, had vers say that Sulli- a hor Ma. Huon Hastixes digger in “Hamlet” w he was an end-man, don't you? s that the grave- a humorist because You mean old bones, ‘Tue prize-fighter is never satisfied —he al- ways wants his pound of fles Loxbox Punch, in its last number, pictures r Wilde as Harold Skimpole, If we mi not, Dickens made the gentle Skimpole who did not know the value of money. THE JUDGE. SAUCE FOR GENTLEMAN —(lo absent-minited steer But Ose: value, but ¢ on this side, not only knows its sit. Still, we have kep turers from being poc men slightly a good nwho ba: to be loud, A bog without Te It grows fat, aie i ‘kin: fore been ng ays tha at and with more hone a Fido, A poopie anthority your pups with le hard bones. fine ly Bell Clack’s Diminutive Game. AN > Court hk with Mr. , one of He tac: ttache of this reput an invitation to 1 the Satur looming se Ka Gotham’ onee 1 organizations, msulted with THe Jun pting this pasteboard graciousness, His Honor kicked ‘inst it to the bi on points, and gave log In an illu sketch of Men of the Hour,” it is asserted of Mr. Bell Clack that “he has been conne with n papers, a fact which is not generally known. , but it is known, and ina way not at all creditable to Mr. Bell Cl mandi; It i teen years since Bell Clack found he was too large than be ws ck and his gour- tes, now about six- rural court-room, and in less | | but the THE GOOSE, ETC. sir, but won't you hare the kindness to remote wou xteen seconds we propose to show he is. far for Manha He 1 tremendous splu some too small maki jour tan hospitality of inviting © honor the festive spre urd it Grub, and with in th Clack toma week following the refrigerative complaceni shim il the swindled gue of the cost of the blow-out, of swell dinners, Bell Ciack 1s an un- He is a gauzy bladder of He plays his little round belly with good capon hned;” as decidedly the best of it. , if you please, Mr. Bell Clack ! ight bites at a Saturday rous an idea for a te to ever try and reconcile with nomy. As Mrs. Partington would “Your imitation is perspectively de- his pro ratas As a give ated to0-too, ation. ame in None in oui Seven dolla night’s fe tempted | Lis too px st ec ‘on students do not fey But they because the authoriti per after their little "t they raise bedlam at 1 street lamps, tear down signs, binge gates if they wish to? Are tl students of a great university? And besides, their sport was so original. Never anything lik »re, Well—not before Nimrodt's time, certainly. Tae Prin sh asthey d so kit- terribly out- de them pay Why midnight te rage the y should sinas ance, dun y not it done bet ‘Tne path of (customs) duty leads but to the grave (of smugglers’ hopes). comicbooks.com