Judge — November 3, 1883 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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other foot, until compelled to desist: from | exhaustion. Get on the thing from behind, you fool!” cried his wif ed tone of voi + Any body would know you'd never seen a all to no pu It would start away from him when he tried to mount it from behind, or his foot would catch, with t exasperating persistency, between the s. and they would both tur ily | e ground, Spilkins : der and the bicyele on top. “Thave it,” he suddenly exelainy crawling’ out from under th pout the twentieth time, and rising t . mopping the streams of perspirat his brow with his pocket-handke blowing like an Like a person actuated by s inspiration, Mr. Spilkins placed his bievel inst the wall directly n room window, and. then feet of clothes lit umphantly. ** VIL con or perish in. the attempt,” he exclaimed he- roically to his wife as he entered the room. But a full-to-overflowing measure of con- had rendered his amiabl apable of any further mark upon her husband's * imsane-an rently heard to characterize | y looked on in ing the rope togeth enough to bear him, and f snd to the leg of a heavy tal ced directly under the window kins let himself slide slowly down until his fect were within a foot of the bievele. But unfortur perpendic! rope dropped about and a half to ou side of the seat, 1 of descendin: plump upon it tended, his feet T wildly abou forts himself from si wn between while he | inst most to the round upon the vehicle his fer fron ovel sey thing 1 shutter, and kick- the kitehen | air fe shee ions w ing thre window, few moments more, haustion or dizziness, M lost his grip upon the rope, to the ground, the bicyele falling over on him. This time he was picked up insensible and carried up stairs by his wife and. maid and put to bed. “Oh, dear, no,” said and with a look of neighbor who had terwards (during which time her husband for a broken head ankle). Mr. Spilkins is not cyclist. Who ever told you so must have meant it for a j Tn fact Lam quite sure T have heard him d he had no id of over having anything to do with bicyel Ta Ikins suddenly nd fell heavily Mrs. S. decisively, | AT Hamburg it is fashionable to limp. One must a stick between the size of a common walking cane and an alpenstock, and assume a lameness, if they have it n¢ Too bad that we of the Western world have not a gouty king to ape in walking. | Metnose Abbey, which had fallen to ruin, has been carefully restored to its former | beauty by the Duke of Bueclengh to whom it belongs. Hurroo for Buccleugh. | burning like hell-o Pete, and Beranar (to Fri nance Departucnt, The stealiw’s Characteristic Connecticut. Cox sretiert is fitly styled “the land of | steady hab In New large cities. it is not pern alarm « Ilaven, one of her ble to sound an the consent of the ch ined in writ ; neral, be a very wise ordi- xcoptions when it pro- 1 and peenniary loss. chief was enjoying his When a fat, bald- yin, and, times around t pftice exhausted into a chair this store up town was wanted per- mission to sound a mn. w, the chief usually keeps a number of permits all filled up but the name. but the supply had been exhausted a few days before, and he had ected preparing more. Caénsequence w fNurricd official hastily spread himself over the desk bed a pen and jal ink-stand, bu ice boy had tak and not yet returned it. ¢ the pen lown, the chief made a break for borrowed a bottle at a neighboring returned, feverishly seized the pen sand went at it; but new the pen ite; it had’ doubled all up and when hethrew it down. Te tried to jerk it from the holder, but. it wouldn't budge, so he had to put it under a chair leg, sit down, hend over, a out that way. ‘Then he put an I fresh pens, it wouldn't enough to write two words. the bald-hea swearit ile confusi after running three yelling fell and panted ont tl pen in, old ink Al this. time 1 citizen was puffing, 4 trotting around. the Of course this flurried the chief, and he could scarcely frame the permit. "He had just got as far as “and I do hereby author- ize and permit,” when a little, nervous wo- man flopped into the office with, “0 ndj—Siinmy, [think PN quit crackin’. are bigger, aud there's no nd git a job in the Cily Fis ious, my earthly treasures 3 for my sake, vive me a permit Yes, yes" cried the chief, ‘sit down and keep quiet. I'l give it to you in a minute, Minnte ! oh, my dearly beloved sm And then she threw up the window murder, while the fat man started resh bellowin fire. Thi s distracted the chief, and he laid his pen « hous and velled wn to reason with them, when the door flew open with a crash, and a wild-eyed Germa lass of beer in one hand,’a pretzel in the other, ent * Mein re, shoost tink dese ding pooty soon “mit upon sho t ding imed, pre the official. “Go way !" shouted the chief, “take them damned things out of here. “Mein Gott! but Sheneral, vhas purning one tam hale, u down, then, will ve, cried the chi to the your name:” until [can all ina frenzy, first applicant, “what's doc Lynch tholomew . Lot all thre man. Oh, darnation to darnation, take it,” ned the chief, and in utter desperation pped i for a name, and held the permit out. Every arabbed for it; every man picee started two or three hundred citizens chief to teH him the whole lenslager ! got a s we have remarke very wise one in certain come others, it will on noyanee, und ope companies. anee may ases, but in some little inst insurance Prestpent Antuur was fifty-three on Friday, October 5th, and yet a widower, Uear that, oh fair damsels who sigh to be mistresses of the White House. = ss comicbooks.com