Judge — October 7, 1882 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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Please, Mister, 1 hurted m CONUNDRUMS. Does Blaine plume himself? Notes about town—neotiabile Does every tor Do Prime Ministers After all this firi Do all “, what Mcers hav R, alry Is Governor A duck If Blaine makes it so sick for Arthar, will he vp his hat? Is Frank Spinola collar blind? his collar for blinders? Cornell now a canvas the hat is, does nlern policemen ever hit below the belt? Nos swallow-tail coats that are ont for the op. for the fray? of the mine mills in N They do not #01 ‘ala like tain modem publications? stamps. Did the when he was down imagin return the nan who was stamped on by the old that it his uly ones about capturing oyster is there any use of Ixsteap of the looters of Alexandria being decorated with fine ribbons, is it not likely that the a tree at the end of a lute-string? What did that say to you, Mag: hath-house door, and st will decorate ung lady in a wet bathing it “1 was leaning against her wanted re-dre ‘This autumn seems to despise the prophecies of Ven- nor and De Voe, to be running itself. Js it run- tically? Especially when the rain leaks great Polish actress, Modjeska, is still win the love of men and the admiration of wome an actress who knows how to dress well, her clothes a fa Modjeska? and aro all Buying an Oil-Painting. Mrs. Oreype, having suddenly acquired wealth by her husband failing for half a mil ion a few months after embarking in busi- ness, concluded to decorate her parlor-walls with a few oil-paintings. She called at Brusche’s well-known art em- porium a few days ago and asked to be shown some of his best pictures—* genuine Brusche told her to look around, and she might see something that would strike her fancy. After inspecting a number of pictures she asked: oil-paintings.” “What sintings this season ?” is going to be the fashion in oil “Oh, anything you like—lands mari apes, answere 1. traits, . or genre pictures, dealer, “Tlave you 14x18 canvas, ‘* ny of Shonger’s paintings 2” here's a genre,” pointing out a charming one it a too. “Well now, that is pretty; but it is nota them with t and old It’s not a chromo, is it ? paintin’. aler assured her that it was a good painting. ‘The work of an artist of not “What do you call this one?” suddenly asked Mrs. Oreyde, waltzing to the other side of the room, “It's a marine.” “A merin fade, will it?” some houses, an 1 water. I want a genuine oil: Th | eh? paint on this won't “Oh, no,” said Brusehe, reading Wi tomer, and desiring to humor | its brill softer in tone.’ “T don't want a soft one Oreyde ; the paint might smear. here now, it is painted on the sam muslin wear well?” “Tt will last hundreds of yes “T s'pose i cus- 3 it will retain aney for years, and become interrupted Mr But, look kind of Do you think it will as a chromo, with- real it lasts a hundred years, out any mending, it would do, Is that gold on the frame, and will it pecl off 2” “It is a firstelass painting, 1 if you purchase it, you will never regret it.” “Was it pain by the same man that painted the little one—Mr, Shonger ?” it was painted by Brown —a cele- brated artist.” “ Brown—Brown?” retlectively. “1 know several Browns. Old Peter Brownlives near us; but he’s a butcher, What's the price of the little one—Mr. Shonger’s? “The me, is $1,400.” I didn't know oil-paintin’s Haven't you any bigger ones The price, including the iracious! were so dear, for $1,400? “Oh, yes. Here's one twie | T can let you have for $500." “Really, now, you don’t aslarge, which y! And is the paint and muslin jus one?” as good as in the little ‘0 difference—none at all.” “What's the price of that big one with the mountains and camel and palm-trees? It looks like a window shade I had soon after I was married.” “Only three Brusehe. “1 could get a good many chromos for three hundred dollars, and just as pretty as that, too; but one of my neighbors has oil- paintin’s, and I'm as good as she is, What's the price of this little picture here, no bigger than a school-slat “That is worth $5,000, one of the old m “Law me! ime eyes rotating from the des “the old masters charge It takes much longer to old, I spose.” “Can't 1 sell of these pictures, | madam?” asked Brusehe, beginning to tire | of the lady’s criticisms, “Well, Pl look at some other | stores, and if T can’t find any cheaper, I'll come back and take that big one. I think it has the prettiest frame. As she didn’t return, Brusche thinks some | art fend must have sold her about ten y of a panora dise Lost,” for enty-five dollars. hundred dollars," ss id It was painted by sters.”” excl Mrs, Oreyde, her ler to the picture; wiul, don't they? tint when they get you one around, Is there any living man who does not re- | member the ills as well as the pleasures of his childhood’ Is there not something mournful, as we go yachting in our manhood, and when we are laying-to in a rain-storm on the Sound, we think of the day too long ago when our mother took us gently over her knee, and we were capsized ina squall under a spanking breeze ? Cay pumpkin pies be called of an old gold color? ‘Tur Boston Globe asks, ** What becomes of the old men ? We do not exactly know; but | at last accounts they were holding a straight | flush and betting against two of a kind, Coyrucivs says that woman is the master- piece. ‘True; especially if she is a mother-in- | law. And her son-inlaw frequently receives | the masterpiece of her mind. Herder also ys that woman is the crown of creation ; and the crown, of course, often goes for the scalp. THE talk of some women is like pickled tongue. A TRAVELER says it is interesting to see a Laplander riding along behind his reindecrs while eating a candle. He probably fancies he is driving tallow ho. CTUALITY is the soul of busine: the proverb, punctuality is not material. Pr saith Hence it naturally follows that comicbooks.com