Judge — December 29, 1883 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. CHRISTMAS MORNING There was no well done put ity it wa But as one can bee or raw from the word © acenstomed to. ein this world— pumpkin. pie, cluded —I soon and w ually working road civility not ¢ my fabled hot myself into a fi s cannibal, . rel that the 1 in an immense field of in every direction as far h, except in the north, where the < of land could be diseovered. ‘To n that lind was now my first object. how to reach it, and carry with me cnough provisions to. | © through what ove to he along and arduous jour- ems which stared me in solve which T must proceed to bend the vast resources of my intellect. ‘To an ordinary man it would hi an impossible undertaking, but to Alonzo Bushee, who had penetrated into the n quito-bitten wilds of New Y: nd palmed upon the simple-minded rustic ilde’s treatise on the unutterable poetry Irving’s legs as a work npon a new sys dry manure, and supplied exiles from Erin with naturalization papers on the eve of an 1 TIE election, in New York city, for fifty cents | e, the only thing that was impossible | api nis to avoid doing something that nobody else ¢ By means [need capitulate, I constructed a raft, which, by a comple tem of levers and a spring—the litter ex- acted from m principles of t liberty to ad led to propel over the frozen surface igh rate of speed. I unt of food T thought journey, and s mis pilgrimage to the unk be continued, unless the author tries to be a dude, and strangles himself with a pair of tight pants. } sys- “No, Ma’am,” said) Mrs. Vereker, “1 never let Mr. V. do any shopping for me— not even a yard of ribbon, Why, he can’t buy anything, poor fellow. He's always be- ing imposed upon. Just like all the men, you know; they want something and go into the first sce, and pay whatever the man chooses to them. Now, here’s an instance. Mr. Vereker has been in the habit ing ten and twelve dollars a box for ars. I thought I could do better than nd out I went and bought him a box fora dollar and a half. Men don’t know how to buy things.” Rrau-Snapep—the man with a straw hat. ARRIVAL OP AN ENTIRE AND NEW DOLL IN LANIGAN’S LANE. = iy = i Washington Gossip. 8y orn ows tan rox. D. C., Dec. 22 a bevy of colored nd some y re present at the opening of the hth Congress of the United State leries of the House of Represe crowded; the corride: ber of lobbyists were full. correspondent. predicted in a pre= mmunication, Mr. Carlisle, of Ken- ved the choice of the Democratic consequently, Mr. Carlisle was Mr. Cox, of New York, although bore his rejection like a little flitted after smile _as thongh the experience of ranning Speaker, and getting beaten, was what been yearning for all his life; while, hand, Mr. Randall, of Pennsyl- 3 discomfiture vn The tives were packed, vious tueky. whieh it was impossible to penetrate into his s the superiority of New York voking all the better for his European trip. and for the fact that he bad just palmed off, for new, one of the comicbooks.com