Judge — February 24, 1883 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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| | THE JUDGE. LENT. Hans to the cad-toned Lenten bells! How hourse their throats with muted knells To Mirth and Frolic, late +0 gay! Sweet Lenten days, E bid th world ts fast, Hut faster L In prayer V'll raise my captive wing And snap the tris (erst Fa Jer cord.) Whilst broodin, now—n boar What tender tm Lent, are thine No sauce Lerave, no. » wine My prayer-book and my Testament Do yield dainties grace my humble cloth; eall the food 1 want Teat my Salt flah and In Lenten-tide, three Limes a day sip my broth; are all my stay My palate craves no dainty bit On Fridays naught but uel; this and nothing more Bot list? bebind the pantry THE L This is what, U thisk A Thief who was Too Smart eda | AST gentleman, who bought a farm Last fall, hae | evidently read that valuable work called | Know of Farmi Me has Unite anted it with sharp iron spik A story of a thief wh good deal ofexectement at I from himself exe ice Headquarters se Skelton is the elght-year-old son of 4 1 living at No. 430 West 42 street. The other day he found, while at play in. the quantity 1 phe-pen fifteen bing aver stroet, a . waste paper—old circus posters torn from a wall—and bundled it up to take home, thinking he , hes‘ oxh! might sell it for a cent or two. It made wtarge | ek Ant hier bundle. Carrying it under bis arm, he stopped on the | tues to wear clothes the same had not occurred. way home ia front of a Thint avenue dry goods store hear 41st aireet, and looked in at the wine ¢ tapped hum on the shoulder and said would you mind ru Twill b ing fiftern » boy went inte th 1 bundle we boy looki Iv every “new invention of the Us » double enemy” was pat | ented more th 1 Office would be compelled to Presidential cam- ning in 8 force your bu sucks? eived the bund When he re A man who was pa: nts, he reg net ned, nak, be thankh in the spri Iy nature gives you a heart don’t pray fe when the sap is runu hand pointed out the thief two blocks away, running up the avenue for dear life. He offe sisted when the boy let him into the seeret of the change Just made and expre himself, for fear the thief m around with the socks in h ed to pursue him, but de- AS Ohio fanatic has introduced a bill to prevent | drankenness, by hanging every « to run away e won't work. 1 s have been hung t return and demand the — up too often te MY VALENTINE. Two Veterans of the Late War. No painter's brush ean limn his grace, Is this the place ye ite pinshins?™ eagerly in No poet charms in lines rishwoman at a pension ottice in Tho" Astor's wealth: he As * fresh" as ot on't possess, chaps be shines Jam, what can [do for yout" politely He has the biggest heart extant. inquired the agent He no‘er’s been known to spirits sup “Och! adale, aur. Dye know wan Mrs. MeGuf- Td tell his name did [ not fear fin? she asked. Some editor might write b + Yes, madam; she from this office She is, sur, «| a lady who secured ay is sh a not!” Lit bekase her bushhind, Barney McGnitin, hasn't had a leg ondbur ‘im since he was in the war, “The same A sua Review, which will treat of Philology and ology, 18 about t@ be started ia Maly. For once we have occasion to congratulate the majority of the of that country that they cannot read ty. Proceed, madam,” said the | peopl ‘ell, sur, an’ shure, OF was thinkin’ she was no | Tum sheriff's jury that declared Henry tailor, of this ity Wl capa 6 his business, may well open their individual eyes in wonder np nthe divil a word a lie in x London that Mr a sober lege ondbue ‘im si charged with being a snsp mebbe Oi could dhraw a pinshin, too.” di This ain't a Moonshiners’ office, madam, ot a Good Templars lodge, either, 80 go along about your angrily cried the disappointed pens: agent. ‘ Mavor Eosos is trying to get_a one-headed charter = for New York. That's just what other block-heads Aw economical father writes to know what 1s the | have tried—and got left. New York is a big city, but best dress for his little bor Jobn. It occara to us that | the hay-seed and cheese-press portion of the State & pistol-jacket would be about the thing, downs and rules i by man" war with McGuffint Cooper, th uaichly | te o a san 1 readin; but he 0 Oi thought Cooper has been x th us char: attire in Charin; wfal words “he was remanded,” wer the ove: rea in business, EASURE OF LIVING IN AN APAR “What 1] Hin it. The | adispateh from | MENT HOUSE, firs with blood in miyeye, anu fink its only ‘rotoubugy playing with his tin hors re young Eng rman ds of » Sirah! aw wains of—ab, who loitered near a chu Mozart's music we yon, ah, dwinking in those exquisite Mozart m pizness w'at Ish pin Aberrigkin enny howt; an‘ I pait for mien own dlireat afery xo help me, Shrusalem!"* the Tenton, nd goantly stagsere Sete airy is a jewel, The clock-maker is always preasion of the ine Ehit biow in th veritied several times of late in of our down-town STATRSMAN SPINOLA has ¢ red a fresh pot of war. ly on the paint, and proposes moving im Never toll an up-and-lown lie tell anid one, that nobody can got at the bottom of it CoxGkhssWAy Caxsox is booming, albeit the Mor: busi Wuar a Commissio shame to break ap tha ! Thero we Mf valuable politi ord thing out of gelling exemption, te md And yet some kicker * business away, But these who wanted it, from juror duty, and ot given the whe aking a thing for themselve pk 2004 nd Subbath-sehool we mptors, 8, ther as only one evurch F caught among th mb Tiere: are no people in the world 30 much noted for | their pie-eaty as the Americans. | i ais DEAD To RIGHTS —ON TIME” Lodge 1 course)—Jobn, w ots it? Hexsaxp (rainly endeavoring to bring his watch to rights with his perceptibly impair honor, Tean’t say exactly. Th he point t (That 1 rision)—"Pon my reare two hands, Idon't know which ty ifferent hour. believe, ettled it] ONE NoTION Sense: 7? First Hovsenal of of —what-do-y handsome? Sreoxp Hovsewarp.—Beautifal! But how much | handsomer he would look in livery? THe mEAUTINEL Fifth Arenne Hotel, Maria, did yon see the Marquis m-call-“em? Don't you think he's comicbooks.com