Judge — November 17, 1883 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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7 [search diligently every opportunity I get, but so far he has been too much for me, Well, sooner or later, ure to forget himself. I'll keep my eagle eve upon him and his escapades, and if virtue doesn’t end, it won't be my fault, history and [’'m bound to | 1 ¢ Mr. Dove is dend | than Lam, and I'd like to know | who her escort was to the opera. Kathleen is ervin | knows what Maric seems tobe utterly ifying her. 1 believe Il | ie, and then | doesn't doesn’t know Lv what does a man know about. bs top erving for | want aps while Pi etter, L ¢ what IHeracl mind” to bear y t the Vil never fortund PENELOPE PENN YPEATHER, The Rector Confused. Tur dapper rector of 4 chureh up ret in the eream of He met Expre Jd Madam Fronsey, rich and proud Ith a entre wma —was in her wealth, eda lively interest inher hy her with revere tor be I rest « the rec ‘The rich Miss Se was the next he n work he long bad tried know, the leader of te was enraptured wh An our set, whe met her A pretty, rosy ah Next drew | The maid w He Moped And strong in every Christian yi At length he said, ** 1 really cannot tell Where [ hefore have seen your beaming face Fr! just to think, now bring me te your mind— k or more Iv r tal Ais) day been waiten at round, and sweepin’ up the floor! The rector, petrified, stood dt nd w His specel returned he mutter, © Ana wld a moment at the maid, h backward step, like Haml drew OWEN JONES. A swaut village of this tate possesses but one chareh, and t at heavily in del ting it, the trustees rent- a grocer, After finding it more profitable to sell whisky than gro- ceries, the tenant turned his premises into a liquor saloon. One Sunday, as the good peo- >| nbled for worship, they found the lowing written on the door of the ehurch: e spirits: below spirits of woe: are the sp elow are the spirits of wine.” A GALLEY SLAVE—the printer's devil. Mason—What! moratizing again, Charley? Cuaniey—/ was thinking, Major, that if uncle Tom's pocket has a heary load to carry. | Alonzo Busbee: His Life and Im-| pressions. MY WILLIAM GIL emar, xut Tinetees always was an unlucky number—a number compoune < and sevens k 10 it that you commence ot the thirteenth at ta happen.—Menry Irving. a very devil of a mm | [Th . blown up on the London Under, ound Railway while on his way to ) A vote of thanks THe Ieper" dered to the Fe ited with being the cans Meanwhile, a lingering donbt exists mind that Alonzo Busbee wil serenely when we least expe soz we can scarcely hope to eseape so Only the good dic J—Ep. Jer A GRACEFUL writer one day wrote a be tiful and sublime article showing how e “twas to die. But when the cholera morbu stmick him that night, he had four doctors called in, and the dru at the corner took his family on an excursion with the money | paid for the beautiful article. Aunt Jane's expenditure is equal to her waist, ata recent ( Washington Gossip. Wasitiyetox, D. C,, Now. 8 As doubts truth of the xist in many quarters as to the quarrel taking place ur correspon. wire into the th d from a gentleman hy . Whose name given his word of honor not to mention, the following full, true and punt of what really did tran- jon referred to: entated the Hon- dof the good time my Cabinet 1 term, while] and to the Honorable ave been earning lowstone ’ has had poor Bob he the facturing fish stories.” am a trifling error. T have not bee my post at Washington for more th: months at a time since you left. Tam sorry that I cannot say the same of all my associ- ates.” comicbooks.com