Judge — September 22, 1883 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. celebrated kalsomine just returned ing the hay out of it and shouting, There | in all the branches at a thrifling cost, and, from Rome—Gcorgi urteenth Deputy man below in the well.” Of course I when needful, chastised into the bargain. Carrier Cadaver, Miss Lu Ape pulled away with the rest of th If you know of a likely situation, let me pleby, the poet I Hollow, Virg “forks and gral know by retarn, und I'd’ go out on the as- and Wantmore S$ : . shocking : ave | sisted emigration and impart learning to the Cuspidor Depart » Siberian Hall | bee! youths of America, us my testimonials do of Congres of the ladies’ dresses were # for, which I had no thougl certify, and I'd bring my sister Winny, too, marvels of beauty, and being made in the | little J . us before mentioned, -d | who lost her good place through a fault of prevailing tight fashion, very clearly defined : eve’s Mr. O'Hanlon himself,” and | Widow Mullins’ cow, that the masther or- most pre points of the lovely ey all riz a shout, and it was only then I | dered into the screen where the shects do be forms they co Miss Phyra Blathers, a | larnt that the man’ we sarched for was me-| dhried, and Winnie not knowi stately mahogany blonde, wore a charming | self. Of course it left Lull thrariness, che having come from the crushed-m 1 robe du nuit, orna- | I said was they worked well for me, at parish, or she would not have left then mented with grease spots around the corsage | while I remained amo! I'd never and herself together while she went in to ate and ticd in the middle with a shoe string. | dread fire or water i Me mother said her dinner, without sending her little sister Mrs. General ‘Toby Floot, a petite middle- | 1 made an iligant speech, and brought tears to mind the both, and on comin’ out the last d mola andy brunette itired in | to all their eves, we spent a pleasant rag of the sheet was hanging out of her adress cut decolletfe on the bottom of the | : ether, as I couldn't well tache | mouth. irt, nd a panier, Mrs, jars any e. SoTonly put them — Having sent vou a full account of the Rainbow Philkins wore her dress—a lovely r deud languages and the use of | counthry and willin’ to write again if desired, sky-blue, with green-dots calico—looped up | the g morning in the well, | Lam, dear and honored sir, on one side (ae al fashion whieh is be- it’s fittle more the school board could expect |Your obedient servant, comii which afforded a view | from me, and I them a whole holid MK. THOMAS O'HANLON, of apa i rters, tied in truc | the next day, it Leing the holiday Schoolmaster, lover’s knots. re observed 6 : easant day we all had | Killshemamore, near the Canal, observers. yetwe > poor mother got another fright | Ireland. watermelons, through coming home late with a neighbour — plates of ice . tha in her donkey cart and_meeti 2 carria Lirrie Jimmy goes a-milking, the Rev. Dr. Jawby 1 | from the big hou j ne to dine ‘Takes his stool, i at the Hall, wiih’) <, and. sl In the dark can’t sce bossie, the party was Brokeii i up by ‘t policeman and poor crayture, being under the railw Tries a mule. the owner of the melons. bridge and not knowin’ the differ, had | —— ght ’twas the steam ingin’, which had ' j down owin’ to the darkness of the "te the Editerel Tne Judge. ght, and knowin’ that it would surpai she and her friend could . and the sight left their Mother comes fo sce what makes Jimmy stay Funeral takes place next Saturday, Dear Sir: There is no paper published | wits onasonn that is so much thought of as yours through America and Ireland, which every one knows | are the two finest counthries in the world. AN ex-bascball player is practising den- them got down off of the carriage und pulled. tistry in Scranton. It is to be presumed that Me DGS g nalnGol tastier aid aarirg | thoeart out of this y after that they he makes a short stop of the tooth-ache, and of Ireland’ 0 mun, though 1 say it went home quite pleasant. never gets left on Ile takes the should not. of cultivated’ tastes ‘and So I write you all this to show you how | teeth ont on a fly, and Ay patients try to class education, it oceurs to me why In’t | contint and happy wes get homo as soon as possible. to tell you'something | bors all i . — of ‘my native land, good night,” as Ls . Aw Trish deba Byron calls it. appears to me that you | — hear nothin, over there except what relates to outrage and bloodshed, and of the many happy days we ool and out of school, though my hand shakes a trifle to-day, through a of a mistake me mother made, » whole of the nei ars to spend a long hour searching for at the bottom of the well, and myself ng the most active part inthe busi tive man, and self sec y could tell you. Maybe you'd like to hear the story, as its curious one enough, and is as follows : itting in school, just after demonst othe scholars the noble acts of C pher Columbus and Julius Cayser, and | Johnny Casey for not behaving veneration, when who should run in but me mother, with her apron pitched over her head, and the rain and storm blowing | which often happens now (since th took the climate in charge). me), “run ont, or our little cockeen of hay will be blown intothe well.” You see, we had our cockeen built in our own strect, close by the well, and though not polished and well instructed like meself, me mother was a good inother | to me, and the hay the whole little sthore | we had for the winther : but I ran at once, bidding the boys to have behaviour till I'd | come buck. \ I ran away to get a bit of a stick for a | prop, and when I came back with it the hay | The first picture shows Smithers starting for the races. ‘The second shows him as he was all tossed in the well, me mother roaring | looked when he got home. The old story—backed the wrong horse, and drowned his and the whole sthrect full up of men, tear- | sorrows. comicbooks.com