Judge — July 15, 1882 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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c, and it seemed as though Starcher was pking. What brings you here?” he finally de- munded, “T came tosee how you were gettingon. I have been told that you had gone mad.” “Mad! mad! Burning brimstone! w! thunder shouldn't I be mad?” he roared, s the heat affecting you? , confound you, yes!” “Well, why don't you take a trip down to asked the officer, soothingly. Vhy, because I should find as many sun- struck idiots there as in the city. If they will only keep away from me I shall do well enough, but you are about the twenty-fifth ass who has asked me tolay if the weather was hot enough to suit me, Now get out of here or I shall go wild.” “Oh, Lunderstand it now; I have to endure the same question from nearly everybody I meet, and have no redress. But I'll befriend you, Mr. Starcher.” By going away? “Yes, but first in showing you how youcan escape these idiotic questions.” “Tell me, for Heaven's sake!" he ex-| claimed. | “Paint a sign with big letters and stick it up in front of your counting-room door here, announcing that the weather és hot enough to suit you, and that may give them the hint.” “Good! and Ican improve upon it,” said the weather victim, and forthwith he had a large card-board sign painted and nailed up by his office door, where no one could help sceing it, and it read boldly like this: To IploTs: nt ALL ABOCT IF. ature of that counting-room | CIRCUMSTANCES ALTER CASES. Biggin, feeling funny ; Wiggins comes out with a new hat went down twenty degrees after this, and now Starcher is one of the coolest, best-natured men to be found in New York during the | summer solstice. s. Asta clergyman Ia morning prea ful si county agricultural exhibitions, ‘That is, he violently denounced horse-racing, and, of course, his congregation understood him. Sunday on against Biggins appears ina new tile; Wiggins feels funny —“ He, he, hi Riggins, old fellme, shoot the hat !" “Hello, Wiggins, shoot the hat f* Au approach you, and in his own simple, picturesque way, Kingmersinic | SHoeLD an Esquit | | rfigiumagalnarparkit,” you bly call him another, and knock him down for using uncomplimentary lan- guage; but you shouldn't let you choler rise too qu He merely means, in United States “7 would certainly very much i ome dogs from you.” And afer an nation, you naturally wonder why you didn’t understand him the first time. would proba | | Mn. SktLuet read in a rash household journal that a man should treat his servant girl as he would his daughter. Mr. s in the habit of taking his daughter on his lap and kissing her, and as his servant was sweet eighteen, and pretty, he undertook to treat her the same way, but his wife objected. She objected so violently, that the lump on the left side of Skillet's head has not yet sub- sided. | Wiggins at home the next day, not feeling so | Sunny as he did. comicbooks.com