Judge — November 10, 1883 — page 13: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. Betraying an Undertaker. LY one morning, three or four days | individual walked into a down-town nidertaker’s office, remarked on the weather, ke of the fair, und seemed tot ay without making an errand >| sndlenly turned and said: | My old woman died . and 'm thinkin und hav any time to figger a > said he undertaker * plain cofti taker to mal lived in Springwells, and the Phe man wanted a Two of the they would be his is business served the man as they Twant a decen Twant a fair funegal, but no right down on a y will be ready as soon cession moves.” ‘The undertaker diseounted go ono further, and it was a hould drive down with the until be could eed that he coflin at two bouts,” pat rush, bes ay time frou no children and the nighbors n shirts before th wk the undertaker reached the » vehicle containing the coflin, was. beit eked up to th H the mun came out and said: toa Kurnel. and comb, nto put on ele Seon after two ¢ hous minute, Come in entered the house, and : and propped up | hed vigorously. sipping soup was a id the man,“ T thought she was as dead as a crow-bar when [ left home, but Ul] be hanged if she did to! The doctor says it was a case pended agitation.” The undertaker sighed and sat down, “TL know just how vont feel about it,” eon tinned the men, ** Fact is, 'm rather ¢ appointed myself, but what can we do? [v's kinder embarassing for you to drive up her with a coflin and tind the victim cating mut- ton soup, but such is life, ‘Them fellers neross the road are tickling and laugh at the Lox you are in, but don’t blame m hat’s her, “t come | of sus- T came home with all plans laid, and she | () dl them to slivers.” asked the undertake sm: “+ How do you feel? she replied, as she licked the | spoon. Caleb won't hold no funers on me just yet!” “Don't: mind her,” said the husband in “was allus kinder singular, and Tas- sure you she wouldn't hurt your feclings for and dollars, I'm awful sorry about for I know how chexp you fecl, but I dasn’t kill her, you know? Course not, but when she goes for good, the job's your's and you can count on it. The undertaker mounted his vehicle and | started off. and when he wes a quarter of a | mile the man called after him: “T know how you feel, but you must brace up! The next time will fetch ber, sure pop!"—Detroit Free Press. | whic family trait.— “A Warning. Latte New. mamma? Mamma—They are the South. ° Little went biel bal What are those tl wild geese, flying to Is that where Aunt: Mary for her health, and eame my dear, Then L know why those ving South, Maimua— Well, Little Nell my dea use they a | delphia Call. Tir: other « nq reled with a Be and exehian s they thought, but the Be card was one he picked up in Jol van’s wd Su y The Philadelphia man ven his fora free ticket * Admit one, Bs iladelphia and saved fe hilulelphia Call. bis istal fellaws who ew Here's an ad iy spatele If ome n'trem the t tire forward my letters of in too omy 1 shall este ita A man who has been away from that he has to get a friend to has around a tir nights will pleas troductio kinda home so lon write no. busin Pittsburg voling unrort havin stole the mc ibed by the French for the s prs at Ischia, Ischiaus declare that they will not + other cent of help. So much the We had thot ribing, W naw ¥ to the Society for ment of Those who Wait at wors for the Chorus Girls, after the —Milton News, Youre Gee the millionaire por Y ural, the insatiabl for am qu competence t King Hum- the show, Vanderbilt, wants to be fourth son of news ne re Hawkeye. Hovpiry is said to be Bat kes him treml ever the De ie committee cr! “Check!” He thinks there has bee much of that already. Transcript. Jeper fond of when- A Poetic Flight. Witt to him was What to him wa He stepped on ay Vhe left ont And fe And he And the Mr. TeENxysow has bout John s some other has written to bullvrag GAZINE wr 1 phile Nariinigien dora Wittsky an tax better whe are driv they are supp. Orleans Dicayaue, nue anyt rean know ent. — New i the governm the ute th: well in- it the hers Slates key vy be the nobl swt think aw on hears Pon the s he tu Chicago Tete The Golden Prize for comicbooks.com