Judge — January 30, 1884 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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“How to take a sleigh ride, 4.-AND THEN TUCK YOURSE! WILD WINTRY BLASTS, Alonzo Busbee: His Life and Im- pres BY WILLIAM GILL, CHAP, Xx. That mysterious bourne from which no traveler tere returns," Shakespeare revised. Unper the glare of the midnight sun, flying past iceberg and floc, I merrily steered my improvised sledge as | plowed through the beautiful snow. Dear reader, you have probably never visited the } hd dd parts adjacent. It is not a popular touring route, and has not been advertised with the dash that char: s the efforts of pro- prietors of hotels in America, to boost up the dear old family pond into the front hank of lake scenery. Given a piece of ordinary rising ground, and your enterprising Ameri- can, on public plunder bent, will, with the | view—the North Pole Land has not had the THE JUDGE. aid of extracts from foreign guide books, and | pwn natural gall, bring forth a mountain » that shall overtop Olympus, and put | Pike’s Peak’s nose out of joint. Give him a good, strong, healthy canal, ora swamp that « y has water visible to the naked eye in it, und, hey presto, before you can say Si pron, re trans: formed into upon the velvet-lawned banks of which’ the meck- | eyed dude ean put the thoughts that burn, | and shrivel up the soul, into words, and pour them into the outspread ear of a Sadie McGinnis, Ermentine Swilager, Geraldine eee ja Muldogherty, the beantiful heiresses of the first families of Morrissan Unfortunately—from a financial point of hotel man of our own sunny land located upon it; and so North Pole Land rears her | remarked, sneerin 7 and cultivates her enormous fields of frozen water in soli No electri ht , weird, of diam piles of loom up to ¢ visions of be only be witne in Hum Chr Coney Island would revel in the back ¢1 North Pole Land could give him for marvelous reproduction of Bro the Dancing Railroad tunnel. low Jay Gould and his gang would enjoy kof transforms the still, ly scene into a glittering st, from out of which prismatic-hued the spectator wit! nsformation scene lacy’s window on corner in walrus oil, glaciers, In the North Pole I Street, the B would hold the balance of power by al majority. [Hlere the journal of the enterprising Alon: Busbee, ends. Nor we sorry— orry. Enveloped in the that must for ever shut out the mys- of eternal ice mortal view, we lay him in tl of those explorers who h who died in the intere the advertising schemes of the Herald.) Hattie’s Complaint. He says, “My wife and Tare think if you 5 bout he gets in after you'll thi there dozen of {ways on the opposite side, whatever view T take. If I say, 1 coul “Teouldn't.” If T wouldn't.” Ishontdn’ wwe have Vit. bad that takes place while I boldly de , what Ain't he horrid? he’s mad, ‘hi Hattie did.” Some of the richest men in Austin started in life in a very modest way, and are still plain, unpretentious people, but their sons put on a great deal of style. One of the jatter, who was better posted about other people's affairs than about his own family’s, yy to an aequaintance Your father wus’ nothing but a simple stong-mason.” “ T know where you get that infor quietly remarked the other. “From whom did I get it?” “From your father. “ Tow do you know thi “Because your father used to be my father’s hod carrie Texas Siftings. ition,” “T's come to reform you, mam, dat I’se got to go home. My ole word dat he am ’botit ter die Iwers takes c i folks fust. I wish you good-day, mam,” adding aside:— “Tse got ter lebe fore de mam discive: ten dollar bill hab changed hans, or de m: is got me, shuah, Wat sort of ile is best for political pris- snowy peaks, raises her gigantic icebergs, oners? Exile. = a comicbooks.com