Judge — July 28, 1883 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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AMING AND eT Rs SSID er AW: I< the policeman a demon? Cao't be Wet sleep take its course Av La native f Or something we man? Than a horse? Air is not free in this city Parks don’t belong to the people Ly pauses to pity— Gon, in New You ist he feeble! NOT A CORRECT INDEX. rated, infernal lie!” something in it, after all. » imprint of trath sthe imprint of vour wife's aunt,” in the Colonel. ve “It's a lie. howled reading lis liatalown. over:his ta noright on’ the young man, and I disgust, “And [ just want a formal intro | have f vay te . wt that : know duction to the Jules Verne style of a pro M schinning AuOMs Mong: 3 fosional falsifier who originated. it. Uast . my dear boy, when Twas first stru eat alk about cue vaunted’ civitization ¢ into the great battle of life, with all the vigor, vim, 4 freshness of and the educating influence of our indepen: dent press, when such double. budd | spot on decked. ornery 1 At finds a place in Hie ‘ shoulde i our daily papers—bah alee t_ scooped “What is it, ( + upon dod nie beand ani as the t-index- acter scl ke me. Th a less hair now, and my trousers won't s near fitting « pair of tongs as they “A bare-faced falsehood, sir; that’s what it ist an inhuman, brutalizing perversion of the truth, relly son of perdi- t to be held up K of public infamy by being mate to py ple more experien or a weather prophet, or Whence aeiat ge E became manager of a copper-mining that is too confoundedly mean, sir, te en | pany upon Lake § pr that I first stum: bled upon that sulphuric, infernal falsehood be Secretary of the k here now; iit : about penmanship and character; and, sir, just listen to thi iman’s penmanship is : do you suppose I did? an absolutely correct index to his character. bt Nap e Place no dependence on the man with a Pook it all in? “Tid. 1 blush to confe weak, vacillating style of chirograph: i ‘The idea struck me as being a nice, cheap a coward at heart. Tf you wantat darine enterprises, choose the one who signs | Way of determining a person's character, and hed idiot 1 swal vame in abold, flowing hand: if you d sire aman for business, take the ‘steady, » if you wish a good friend t up the man who pens his itforward style. for a it, but TI did. you gave the matter a practical and true, ideas in a manly, stra if you were searchi the we n who it like hane nd the C over the northw “did, and even now, when, through the pse of years, the memory of the tests ule comes flashing back upon me, I feel rning desire to go off somewhere where a forty-ton fe, or David Davis, or some thing’ of equal’ bulk and solidity ean fall upon me. ler a remarkable fact, Colonel, if the company needed a book- keeper up there, and [with a exploded the | belief in that infamous lie, eng: ecked, campaign | legged man, whose only recomm was that he wrote a hand as clear a as copper-plate. Then I fondly. waiting to hi ts of the new per. didn’t have to wait long: the returns came in Within four after my the mine, he be: man out of seventeen hundred at nmed the assaver over the Re ma arkab! le Gehen ndation steady ck on my good re- of truth, fence of the t annually cree sir, such thi into the public 7 as that are as mild harmless its one of our war ships, in comy son with the article that T just read. O| tell vou, these cussed pi ations tha lurk round behind the mask of apparent sineerity are what catise aman to lose the head with a club, embezzled all the money lingering trace of belief in the word of | there was in the safe, knocked over one of mankind, and makes a tottering ruin of his the miners with a chunk of ore and stole his whole mental and moral fabric.” wateh, and ran away with the superintend- + Seems to me you're a little rough on the | ent’s wife.” mel. Maybe there’s | And then the Colonel sighed some more, nmanship artic the , meting in dreaming, wake with a wrench, 4 your palle ned upon, City F rk bench) Yes, there i something i Tt muat be somethin ercaming— I ean't be worse thin the real and stole wearily out, and the patter of his veteran feet cowld be heard echoing bac from the direction of the sumple-room. POOR FELLOW. Gronee was a regular masher from Mash- en down ks the trick played rather rough, don't it was t in his attire, ardless of ex- ciatin rule to 1. tsof a num sed that evening on their way hon p evidently but he only seemed to grow more day to day, and would stand with in hand, and smile and bow as the girls went by. Finally, ithappened one evening more than the usual erow tbout the hotel entran ec. and when the more than usually demonstra ring unduly exeited by an snere, and almost” met them bowing, hat in hand. As the first couple came up they looked at him quietly and with pitying faces, and then remarked * Poor fellow, its a pity he’s blin **So young. | wonder if he ‘They turned quickly to one side and each dropped a penny into his hat and then ssed on. "The second couple followed suit | and the next, each making. pitying remark, nd so quickly was it done, aback was the young man, that the « girls in the crowd had all deposited t pennies and moved on before he recovered his self-possession, while the crowd of men around the hotel entrance saw the perfort on him rec know is decidedly dudesqt uttit being gotten up re pense—to his fath his mashing qualiti stand near the ent where he could crush the ber of female clerks who px y girls can us born so.” and roared with laughter, » doesn’t bother those girls any more, whenever h in that v es his phice any: inity, with an apparent on hand, somebody is os How, it’s a pity he’s blind!” then ¢ will k off like a fight and got 3 SeRe to come down—The young feathers comicbooks.c com