Judge — January 20, 1883 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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The Governor's Message. He sat ju the parlor from seven till twelve, Tho’ hourly the marble clock struck on she grew very nervous, rememb’ring the fact, That he . the Go ful e: Concerni ung men had a right T pa—we Dow And ri * Young man, 1 It yea're waiting for daylight to help start th Or, are you a-staying, yon tafly-gumm'd lout Till the ashman I eall to shovel you out?” ave just The Small Boy on Ice. Asp now, at this gay and blithesome season of the proverbial small boy procures for himself a pair of skates by selling to an old clo’ man two of the high hats once worn by bis beloved sire, and still con- sidermd good by that individual, and one entire sult of s belonging to the aforesaid sire. Then the small boy prays, after a method of his own invention, for, and makes use of diverse, peculiar schemes known ly to the Loys of * his set ” for producing cold— yes, emeiy frigid weather. And when the chully weather bas been sufficiently Jong about (full well the small boy knows how lor he bies him to the nearest frozen surfs many of bis chums and com hata, or articles of a like ir disposal is necessai skating-pond, upon about, in festive gl par exchangeable nature, at tl Thea the s mach noise and hil to wait), » of which sport sas have nall boy and his companions revel, with pus medley of v whip," ete., youth whose loving father was wisdom and forethought, derived jn shap-t while the nssessed of wo from his own boyhood’s experience, and. therefore tally locked ap clothin, at th apy pond, and es upon bis S1 if pop de naway and j cat ete, not in actual use, more fortanate companions, * By ne some skates pretty soon, Tl r some Injun tribe or sumpthin,? b'sgosh!” falls down—falls down 1 strikes upon his “foundation "—his “sane- tom sanctoru al itis, oF at least should be; but he does not cc 8, nor mind it at all eave that his hand, stealing quietly bebind, gives a tender, gentle rub or two to the injured member, and me Anon the small boy becomes tangled with fhis companions, in a wild and awful scrimmage for the “shinny block,” and, as they all fall ina heap together, the small boy ets kicked in the site of the neck with the back of an opponent’ skate, and, at the same me, his ny. stic somehow gets canght in his trousers pocket, and a tear about thirteen and three-fourth i down th bree! The frost mentto ears hes long, zea whistle (2 at the abore F and out at the bottom of his trousens: for a moment, the sm mently, “Great gosh to jimin are yer doin’ *the stuffing’ to thunder? Then th a After awhile, but not until he has heen struck In the mouth twice by the swiftly-flying * ehinny-block,” nd bis under lip feels as big as if he had a “sour ball" in his mouth, the small boy and his friends tire of “shinny,” and a game of *pull-away” is started amid much enth Somebody is it for * mak- in’ up the game,” and ere long the small boy is grabbed by the arm, and, by force of his inertia, hrown again violently upon his “sanctum sane- torum.” This time he falls upon rough ice, and the “bosom ” of his pants (80 often before subjected to tremendous strains) gives way, 80 that when he arises two lara white“ eyes” are seen peering out from under bis “sce more” coat. The small boy does not grumble, althous! ho feels ** protty darned sore,” but he is weary of * pull- away,” and proposes “*snap-the-whip.” The others acquiesce, and the enterprising and undaunted small i boy shouts What the devil r play shinny without kickin’ “a neck and bustin’ his pants vel in proceeds siasn THE JUDGE. ae ; \ PORT RAIT OF (|THE REAL HERO} | WAR PAINTED 8Y Him ser, OF THE LATE “HONOR TO WHOM HONOR IS DUE Gast (19 Sher wand Sueritan): * Bos hoy gets on the tip end of the whip, 0 9 far.” In about the fourth ronnd, the small hoy ©: slung far” enoush to suit him, for he slides over where the ice is thin and breaks through into the cold water with one lez (the le elbow and the ill-fates the small boy feels home for the kitchen rang yearns for a dry coat for home. On the way he sto trousers-les free ther, sadly es 80 stiff that he is compelled to get Delutd the greatest military | a brick and knock off the Ico before he can bend his | knoe. When the small boy gets he rms his mother that a hull-dog attacked him, while he was oming home from school, and ture his clothes. Rut this story + doesn’t work: The small boy"s mother ‘tumbles, "and asthe tell tale “eyes under his coat bebind, informs her ast the whereabouts of the boy's ** weak point," (yes, and sore), she takes him into the hall bedroom and as- the rear wit Ever andan 8 she panses for breath, she intersperses the howls of the small hoy with cheerfal quotations, like the way of the tr is hard, ete. Truly, of all sad lots cast among mortals, that of the small boy is the s: ressor M2. comicbooks.com