Judge — January 16, 1884 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. rliny, and my Fadder in 1 ben knos , pocket for Brudder White, when de missus many a weary mile from d tiferous | sent for me to come up de stars, Dar she stood, jess like a picter, all fixed p town, ym-bye de Missus, she calls me up into | off in white satin an’ lace, and says she to ‘ her boodore, and she axes me jess from | me, “Dis is my weddin’ dress Dinah, curiosity, I reckon, ** What all dis trouble | twenty-five years old, and I tought may be | about, anyhow? | you'd like to see de bride.” ' Den dat loafsome gal jess set her cantan- Wall, honey, kerous ton wine, and said ¢ war a fine, an’ no mistak makin’ cake an’ bread to gib away outside | way from me! You doan say you're been a de house, an’ dat Teben tuk de scap an’ de | libbin’ wid dat man enjoying de holy bonds j starch an’ hid ’em whar she couldn’t find | ob mi twenty-five years, an’ || vem. bride?” | I jess so riled at de lies dat gal done he gib a big shout, an’ tole, dat I rose up in my mite, and says I to | de missus she got all red like a Lady Wash- de missus: Dat gal done gone crazy, for | ington de rum, an’ I went down. stars shuah, She bin dat way all de munf.” Tse | an’ put on my bunnit an’ shawl to go to de bin waitin’ for de moon to change, tinkin’ | spiritooal meetin’ at Brudder White's, an’ to “d come out all right, but de moon done | take him de suack I'd sabed from de final ed last night and I haint seed no | catastrophe. ein her.” . Tlopin’ you is all well, and dat de childers missus she j larfed, and said well, | got dar Christmas giffs in perfrusion, I sub- she hoped nuffin’ had been taken from her | scribes myself, Your ‘steamed mudder, larder, and she didn’t believe I'd do such a DINAH MULBERRY, ays I, “ yer looks mighty bat “sho now! Go A FIGURE PLECE one ting 1} nung fellow of Vichy her, if dar war | ‘spised moak dan a tieving niggah, it war e descent was decidedly fish lyin’ white trash, like dat perspicons Bri¢ As you'll say when I tell you the whole; and dat affer de amcomium she hab he: For his mot fair in the face, she and I could no longer continue Was consider wee common plaice, le same htment. Den I went And his father a jolly old sole. san’ dat si chile o” and I missus a tellin’ I xxow a young girl in New York ‘ + choob; ‘she Who never makes nse of her fork; Kl cook, nohow, I swear nefiln’ my 1! with her knife, New York. This ¢ | © Tiene’s a serew loc the scissors said when the “las a mile.” he said, ¢ somewhere,” as vy fell asunder, | : | to be supported an? de minister must lil | Vda felt mvself mighty small a goin’ around | A Miss is ; | dar to dat donation party empty hand when he walked round his girl who weighed | L believes in de olden rule. Pdocs, and in | 18%. | a doin’ to Brudder White as I'd hao him do | Intercepted Letters. [to me, if 1 war poah and a workin’ forde | ‘Suk almost called me hone; | STeDY IN on said the Old Bees- | can If it hadn't been t pryin’ lover, when his girl said sarvint Brid I'd a done x” to him. moah, NEW GUINEA, N. € Ob w DINAN MULRY NISBA MULUEL NEW YORK, TO Miss soPttRo: | for givir ‘course, dar was no use savin’ 1 be eternally blessed by her sex Adam the core of the apple, be- ‘use it started the first conjugal quarrel. = | on de subjeck to de missus. SI My Dean Cite :—t promised to write | tarian, says her prayérs out ob a book, and to yon dircetly on my ‘ribal norf, an so 1) aint got no sympathy wid de Baptises no ill, but dis yer New York am for sartain | how. Axprew Koerne . of Indianapolis, quar- je quar place yer mudder ebber sot As for de soap and starch J jess laid em | reled with his wife about some mince meat, Kk foot int one side tinking I'd find time todo up Brad- | and settled it by making mince meat of her. nurse being a first-class cook it didn’t | der Whit hirts for him—but as I said be- | He is now under arrest for wife murder. foal dis is a quare place—whar de ministers widout a shirt, and war collarsand John Henry Spoke Up. cuffs dat dey clean wid spit and a rag, as — poor Martin Andrew Van Beuren used to do “Dad,” he announced, he dropped his | gripsack on the Old Colony depot platform, | his slate after de wab, when he went to de n refuge school. while the light of a baleful purpose shone in jad, you can take this valise. take Brudder White long to get me good home, or what they call a up yer, but I ‘clar fo York folkses ain't non 3s down home, dan a h after Bridget leff de missus got in | his eyes; h 1, dis time a cullud pussun like de | I’m goin’ to look round the town, ions ebery week, and what wi Christmassing an de weddin an ‘de New eare, und myself. ‘Air you thinkin’ of drinkin’ any beer, | Year's I’se jess about druy out o’ mind, een up Norf pretty considerable | John Henry 2” asked the old man, solemnly. an no mistake. time and aint a church goer. How som “Tain’t never tasted any,” replied John When I fast got yers, de waitah man an I, | ebber I reckon I can stand her. dy; ‘tan’ 1 came here to see war de only cullad'pussons on de premises. | De d Dar war an at dey called a french bun, | de house and a triMlin’ chambermaid dat was the im- pudest thing I eber did sec, and she j y she came dur was great doins at ssus had what she c: ) “ Wal, here's hulfon’t,” said the old man, silber weddin. Dar was lots of gue: backing his son against a shed and fixing lots of kerridges, and dey had a reg him with his glittering eye. “ Will you made herself too conspicoous for anything. | outside de front door for de perlice to stand | drink beer, lose yer watch, hev yer clo’es Soon affer [riled she called mea haythen | in out ob de snow an’ slush, Dar warn’t | stole off yer back, git sent to jail, mebbe, and a shpallpecn, but what in goodness | much for me to do, for dey had a caterer | an’ miss yer sheer o' the farm ; or will you name she meant by hit, I eud nebber tell you | wid a troob ob polly-vooera come in, an’ dey | come with mean’ walk over the Common an’ chile, not if I libbed a tousand years, did all de fixin’ an‘ eboryting. De French | git some peanuts, an’ then go out to your How som ebber I knod directly it war | bun, she war on her high heeled shoes, and | Aunt Lizzie’s, in Roxb’ry, an’ mebbe tumble sumtin bad, so I jess tole her she war nuffin y she flirted an’ conversed wid dem | right into a kissin’ party this evenin’? Speak bat poah white trash anyhow, and I'd got no | furriferous furreners would a scandalized old | right up, John Henr: ( decided John Henry, use for her. Guffy hisself. The kissing party y Den she went up.to de Missas wid a string | [turned my back on such villainous pro- | and he spoke right op for Roxbury and his i Aunt Lizzie.—Fall River Line Journal. ob complaints as long as from here to Norf | ceedins to put a few little trifles in my comicbooks.com