Judge — January 30, 1884 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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-built, turn eut your mn down. 1 want some- * said the a ton, wondering if had been clubbed by the potice “ Got anything particularly toney in your I want the latest ent—oif the loin, you kifow,” “Oh; you wish to get measured forasnit, Step this way, please. ‘This fabric Friday's steamer. “What's this vou're yle on the cast up there, undershirts 1 sputterin? Feejce Isl you know, Nig ade out of it, Show me “ How's this, sir? thing. body, Very genteel. Latest Frock coat made 6” this, sir—yellow purple velvet tails. Very sweet ow you've struck it. Yel- gimme something to } t to your taste for the w whole busine The outfit was delivered Saturd: don the following morning, at church, Rochefort i ze, at one fell swoop, intanee. Du- the opening praye: om ved near the door, which at once drew otion was walk the but so tra culty he was re The famons.y was buttoned .tightly to his body. The sleeves were very short, revealing an expanse of checkered shirt, with difficulty support. ing, by gilt ¢ : ous pair of sleeve butto: Ilis legs were encased in trousers of the tightest, which displayed his ttenuated legs with painful freedom, On head w an cnormous bell-crowned , the brim of which cast low over his ears and mensely tight and shrieking shoes enc s fect, which we: Hked with mithematical accuracy. A half-con- temptous smile threw his nose into still greater prominence and his eyes were rivited w snak nation on the faces © hush fell on the pastor and congregation, which was broken by the | butther, which | more nor that Vil tune uy | always tould jt Mike he | me at the same time. | that I'd niver show me ould mother the dure, Ir startled shriek of an elderly lady in the front row, who rose to her feet in horror-struck surprise. My boy; my eagle oni him, seize swiftly from the cheering Alas! Rochefort,” prey, she swooped him’ by the the sacred edifice und of ridicule, Poor Rochefort. nd lel him followed by PAUL GELID. Biddy’s Dhrame; AND SHOWIN’ HOW IT FIRST BROUGHT THY O'SHAUGNESSY TO AMERICA. My wife, Biddy O'Dwyer, is the qui- test, dacentest crathure in this world; the work she can do and her in creation, and she’s asy kept up too its very little she ates, and ali dhrinks nothing I. She has a fine cauld hand fe guided and dh d me in my chice the day I towld auld 0 Dwyer I'd take his Biddy with ten pounds down, the auld bay mare, and my pick out of his runners; and if he’d give me two out of them I'd ax no fat pig, for there wasn't a 1 in Ireland, let alone Connaught, that purtier pi than Mike O'Callaghan, “T'll take your B before and” foreninst J Daf, who are posted on the chapel fe apiece and two three old heifer ays 1, Til give her such a haulin home as Queen might be proud of, and the Miss Duffs ‘ill be in it too, with their boardin ance their quadhrilles, which Biddy od ould Inish jig, which 1 id Lynch the piper was the finest dance in the wurrld, and I always hild wuld airn her bread.” Well, xed with me on ivery pint, only said he would not have his colleen go in on the flure with me mother who was livin with I told him punctually a girl a but me sisther Dougherty son’s says she, make the » nearly shplit: ried Mike wife's brothe as himsilf mateh, says me along w ith me let me mothe e, Where she'll always have a he and an eve afther the little and garrahoyla while meself is out.” it w ike a fine weddin we and swate cake and tay and lashins of arisky, nd the height of good luck, and the fi ily and a com i ater couple there isn’t on the whole ; but me Biddy has one failin, st er—the shockinest ‘dbrumer ever There's not a mornin, good luck to her, that we sit down to the eup of tay, but ‘she'll have this: ** OL n, [dhramed adhrame.” and I'll say, ** Whist now, Biddy,” but she'll have it out in spite of me. I bleive if it was kep in on her she’d have a fav Well, one mornin, anyway, she begi ‘John, 1 dhramed adhran ‘ ae John you're in for it anyway. John,’ says she, ** [ dhramed a aleaan dirame its sure to come in thru “ whist now it doesn’t nyway | dhramed a says The black 3 inimi call is your protec- tion. Then, all of a suddint, 1 seen they had firey eyes lookin at you that showed they were fierce agin you. Then I saw one = se See aes Bae Ss: comicbooks.com