Judge — January 20, 1883 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. q THE AFTERNOON MASH. with Het you will be the handsomest | ‘Tue putform di with 4 } : — couple in the room. There goes the mu Murry above usb starstudded dome of th ‘Tur Groctins went wild over Heleu, apt ¢ autumnal of the corn, the guy ‘And other much classleal trush Dick P.—Thought you meant to dance, Squire? surprise-parties, the dominie’s donation But never evjoyed they—ob never, Squire P.—Did mean to at first, but upon sec parties, the — pive (an of aut aarncon aaah thoughts guess I wou't, Fd rather look on, and (ir Mr. Veneer. —That wilde, Let us go upestairs, A , Wheo the wuathec Is balmy and plesimiit slyly) ou host can’t be beat for hot Scot niet rubber of whist will pass away time. LT say, | Prom lunch counters, menu of hash, Into your place with Becky. buy Varnish? } Gents (7) wander unto the street comers, (Shusic starts up; 80 does the rect. Everylody cheer- Mr. Varnish. Say on. , Totent on an afternoon max, Sul, sociable, and happy. No end of fun: nobegine Mr. Vencer.—Blast—excuse me for the strongness of — | / wing of hitard Flats close npon an old-time | the verb—our modern parties. For general pleasure, + Do seat.” fan, hilarity, they Their clothes may be visibly passer, ‘Their diamonds ostensibly fash ; mind me of a party of automatons But that doos not binder thetr proxress, Sense Skooxu.— Drawing room of Mw Veseun— | daucing upon a cake of lee. (Beit both] i While out for an afternoon mash, Teme, Vs (Cenrats.) -. Ifever they chance to be husbands, | Cianact Yo godsl: what « pltifal crash Me Vesnek, Mus Veseen, Miss VENEER, B. Osean Bhat come ovr the hopes of the maidens, | bdis } Who caught them while out on the mast | Cee ris here ee | | ployment Burewn,” Society young men, Gilmore's | as: + Wirar are the Will Waves Saying Well, abo Better bi away from us.” Hiyul eee) Ty doesn't always follow that those who are unwill | H ing to take the will for the deed, are willing to take the deed for the will, Mr. Veneer. Mrs, Veneer, }ooMr. v— :D. | Mrs. OUR POPULAR FARCES. REPORTED BY A ceKIocs correspondent wants to know what a oe Mr. Cowboy” i. Certainly -of course. A Cowboy is OUR PARTIES. that drives off the cows—asually th of other | = ple rather than bis own—and forgets all IN TWO SCENES. | daving them home again, That's whata “Cow is—if he knows himself scene Pirst—Ball-room of the Hollytree Inn.— Mr, V.—The flowers are properly distributed ? 7 5 Tied? 1808 They ure Pernise another person iu a bole is wiser and rather cael Mr, Vi— Then all ts right. safer withal than putting a hole in another person. ; Cuanactens: : . / Sqetee Purase, Miss Piease, Mrs, Phrase, Mi. (Eater B. Ovcan Cretan] Cuanary that costs very little: Giving inquirers a 4 Joviat, Dick PLaxet, Guests, Fiuldlera, etc. B. Oscar Cteigh.—Ah, Me, Veneer, very pleased to | piece of your mind, | [Eater all of the characters, led by Sqvine, Puxasx.) | 8 You Wanted to aprak to you, you know ‘A. ‘eoutewosusneensa Tk ae | ‘Syuire P.—Mere we are, boys and girls, fresh from | r+ V—What about | H our ten-mile ride over the glistening snow, ready for [Exter Mis Vesren.) AS a harmless initiation into the use of tire-arms, it the twelfth-mght party the fiddlers 2" Miss Veneer,—1 will tell you, papa. Oscar and 1 | pretty girls might practice shooting glances throat 3 Dick Planet.—All ready here. sir, ve quarreled. jouble-barreled opera-glasses | : ire P.—Then let us # atonce; | 2G. .—And 1 will tell you what about, Last — \ nil, Dick, don't forget to tell mine host to have supper | week, at Mra. De O'Keefe's sociable, Oscar actually | I is a long lane that bas no tramps withal. | ») at midnight prompt. Tam as hungry as a bear, danced in a qaadnille | ’ Mrs, Please. —You will never get over being hungry, | Mr. Vi—He danc Tur writer of that ever popular song, “Where, Ob, | Well do recollect when you were courting | Miss ¥.—Yes, dam Where are the Hebrew Children was probably unac- | that you took particular pains to be around Mr. V. (sererely).—1 am surprised. ‘The idea of a | quainted with the Bowery. | Sunday afternoon about supper time. And, Jol modern society, social propriety young man, dancing - | } never refased when you were asked to stay ina quadrille! , that is out of style, long A DIPFICELT poiut to grasp: The ond of an eel’s tail. | : mother (Janghi You should simply walk through the <a | ; B06 did it to enliven the quadeill Tuene are few startling advertisements in the tits | quadrille J, they remind you, baw J erary world, the only book calling for any special 7) , Sjuire P.—What do we start off with t of fanervat entertainments ! notice being one purporting to be a collection of Dick P.—Virginia reel. Miss V-That a Oscar, Lhave | * Lame Jokes,” hound in timp cloth. Squire P.—Tip-top. Believe I'l dance myself loved you; the splendor of your presents and your - Ur. Jovial.—You oll rascal, you're sixty to a ¢ ardent words of burnin, passion have touched me | A May and bis wife recently took lodgings in an up- dancing—and a young fellow like me, only titty ny willing to forgive you, even now, | town Loardingehouse. A few mornings afterwards : don't think of sacha sett - male member went out, apparently alone, and did not | in the ribs.) What? return. On subsequently searching the room, thie lata Syuire P—You wont dance? Miss V.—First, not to dance lady was horritled at discovering that he had taken his Mr. J—No. BLO. .—Why t better half with him and left his quarters, Surzical i Sjuire P.—Why nott Miss V.—Tecause father hus hired euoagn profes | aid was summoned, but too late to be of any assist ; Mr. J.—Maven't any partner. sional dancers. Next—" | ance, ‘ Syuire PV get you one. A perfect charmer, | 2. 0. C—What? a worth her weight in gold. Her eyes are not as bright | Miss V.—Don't talk, artos extraordinary : ptleman with a were Jovlal, and the goklen hair hs B. 0. C—Why not? few hours to spare will be happy to lend them to any ned gray, but the sume smile, the same fond ¢ Miss V.—Vapa t body who can't otherwise get a minute to himself,— streets now, Jovial, when Tcome home, as it did Mr. V. a, pot Me. forty years azo, when Eliza stood upwn the porel of | Miss V.—-Didn't you pay ten dollars per bead fora | io. uy pursonaues te party _ ' oar little cottage waiting for me the night of our mar- | dozen professional talkers Ve ee party accused of car- riage. No European tours then—we wen Mr. V.—No; eleven twenty Sing te scall in Peeve" oon—f went back (o my work till night, Miss V.—All the same thing, anyway, Yoa know | Dick P.—Going to start, sir. = very well, Oscar, that you c atk. Your grammar | ** SEW Journal, called the duckehacker, Ih Spure PN is horrid; your eloca.ion awfal, About all you can do | 4h Cobian se pow isto adorn a door, Now, papa has hired a lot of the | Der ue expec Miss Prease.-Ot course, i Worl?’s young men, who can converse up any | saad Syuire P.—You rogue, you. Let's see, Becky, when | subject, from the © Excavations of Nineveh” ae we fondly hope) | | does the marriage come off? Next Wednesday, ain't | Extermination of the Fifteen Puzzle Esl ste 12 ding, bie Meek t tgh wmeee | A? Gad, 1 will be a grandfather trefore E know it ! so and sit upon the sofa by the door, at fonse Jp eonie, place quite a8) secure. (rom £,/) Mis EON: UB. Orca Curicn sofas “a2 Pa ] Squire P.—That’s all right, Becky. You and Dick [Enter Mr. Varsien.) jewel \consinency 72An uptown .taltor ota | ul stare the Tec: Ur Varuish.—Nello, Veneer. ionable procjivities recently cut his lad; pecauise h Mr. J.—Here. Mr, V.—Hello, Varnish ae ease Masifte. Syuire P—Promiaed you a partne Mr. Varnish—Got your invitation, bad to come u _— | Mr, J.—Yea. around, yoo know, Deuced bore, Late resolution of the all. rounder : Always Spure P.—Here she is, Come here, mother. You} Mr. Veneer.—Same Got to keep upon our | to bed early—in the morning. have got to lead the reel with Jovia’, social pedestal, though I say, Varnish? — Mrs. P-—Why John Mr. Varnish—Say away. Ah, old pal, in the old | Ccrrocs clreamstance: A person went -to Paterson, Squire P.—No “why” about It, Take ber, Jovial, | daya we did not care about all of this flourish of feath- | N. J., recently, and there stopped the day | comicbooks.com