Judge — February 16, 1884 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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house, capstan, poop deck and forecastle had long been things of the past; in fact every- thing that could be blown away or washes overboard, was floatin’ gracefully about uy the bosom of the vasty deep—well, perhaps it wasn’t quite as bad’as that—but it was bad enough; for it was very evident now that the T was just upon the point of foundering. a remember what the poet says 1n rose from sea to sky the wild farewell, Phen shrieked the timid, and stood still the ap'd overboard with d F to anticipate their grave; «1 her like a hell And down she sunk; with herthe whir ! Did all th ppe d the reporter, his hair fairly brist- upon his head, with horror. “Well no—not exactly,” replied the aged tar slowly, relieving his mouth of an enor- mous quid, and squirting, inadvertently of course, about twolinear yards of tobacco juice over the reporter's boot You see, that night T was sittin’ in the light-house parlor, lookin’ out the winder at a little oyster smack anchored a short ways out from the shore, and which was bravely ridin’ the waves until tremendous billow struck her on the s how and down went the Molly witl all on board, and that was the last-of her. “Well, goon with your infern—your inte ing story,” said the reporter, in a tone of voice a person would naturally speak in who felt he had been very badly * indeed. How many were drowned on I Nobody was drowned on | hy. You said she went down with all on board of her.” Well, so she did; with all the ti brave; eadful yell, And the sea yawned arot wave’ Sand with th son, hav at that mome: to him, th been an in admi the soundest tid reporter, relief istered just kind of kicki it would hav to his feelin “have “that | heeaus vasible cbutinue old sailor, should never for, that cht, 1 was took with the worst attack of rheumatiz that [ever had in my life, and I suffered dreadfully with itu af hd me to try a bottle of Wai Sa matic | roared Mr. Spilkins. I don’t sce what there is to laugh at, Spil- hi aid his wife indignantly, “lm su it’s the most solemnest and awfulest thi * said Mr, Spilkins, you in future, after you hav part, the title Ir artic kind, to ta nd end “TL should myself, THE JUDGE. os | ras Miley, OLD SMITHERS WOULD LIKE WINTER WELL PESK The Bloke, to His Chummy. “Hey, Jimmie! are y" wid met Fm on al your boodle graft, I's sure ter give yer rake.” * Yes, Jerry lad, I'm wid ye Retjer life, troo tick We's tea-ker bloki An’ our lush bees s, we is pals fur many jer tin we did Dey nabbed us in der erib, Jin. 1 be ctl Wed At our tricks. n't stay furl ard ter hold dis crook. I knows ye'll keep em to verself Der means by whieh we spook Dey on'y yanked us on us n der sly Fach night, down to der boozin ken, roy, said: the 1 didn’t mind havi w snakes and all BI ned as tho: wn whe had trave delirium trem 1 things, in Florida. ators ch Tw Boston Pox “Pirene: is a species of lizard that ean throw off its tail at pleasur In this it resembles the writers of seri for the story ix said to hav Yes, but did she That is the question. equit She was Tam very fond of little weball strack her in the ch, she added, “1 feel as though Lcould eat a couple this minute, boiled."— papers, allbeit the latter throw off much the longer tales. —Norristown Herald. New Orleans Hem. Boy J asked my little My saucy, wite “If she would be my But she tossed And said, Oh, Lat My bs With mouth like Cuy She Wouldn't be an Angel. awhile NOUGHL TE TT WEREN'T FOR THOSE we one day wn through life true Drown ringlets She did not care I seemed very fair rucl one Why will you always laugh at me Why will you lif hat little In itiest disda Pray tell me that my pleadings, dea Have not been all in vain be your rhed her merry eves on me brimmed with fun and life el, Fred, But—1 will be vour wife Iv is the foot-hall “leven that makes the sphere rise. Cranes Demonic millions of dollars. carefully ma ‘Tie man whe Western Union ‘Te he ised to increase the sala It came on him too Picayune. es dden eft a forty A second p H dead in front of tt raph office must y that Jay ( f eof five hess Was Very f butter 1 never under ave uld had pre 1 operators. EAR 2 eee) comicbooks.com