Judge — July 19, 1884 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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She Danced With Me. Sn danced with met Ah cestacy! Woat rapture thrilled my pulsing blood, | ‘As with her on the floor I stood, And daintily, anced with me. She danced with me, And certainly She seemed the f rest, sweetest born, Until she stepped up Ob, jimminy! She danced « nny corn, oxonor Lrrur Our Lady of Errors. Tur landlady of our summer boarding- house is a sharp-nosed, thin-visaged widow, of perhaps five and fifty. If the ‘‘ile painting” that hangs over the parlor fire tells the truth, she wi some thirty-five or forty years ago, a plump and pleasing person; but running a hash factory for a quarter of a century has ap- parently proved as efficacious a remedy for h as have the ten-mile walks, ndy diet of Fanny Davenport. Grubb tells us, that she was a school ma’am when the late Mr, Grubb wooed and won his blushing bride. As we are in duty bound to believe her, we have arrived at the conclusion that she must have buried Lindley Marray in the grave with the late lamented Grubb; and we can only hope that the young ideas of the “deestrict” school over which she presided, were not taught to shoot off their tongues with that utter dis- regard of all the rules of grammer and Webster’s unabridged, that characterize the ai nversation of “our lady of errors.” “Katie,” called the clerical gentlema that occupies the seat on our left at the table, ‘there is no vinegar in the eruet.” “Katie,” echoes Mrs. Grubb, in a tone of voice that would turn acetic acid into maple syrup, “how can you be ¢o careh Then, turning sweetly to Mr. Broadcloth, she exclaims, ‘there is plenty of vin too much fh and no Mr Buincer (just arrived), Just look at the wan I killed a crawlin’ on the An American Dog-berry. r, ae Mr. B—, and Katie knows there i nie Nownenrr, N. Y., June 30. god full in the c lar.” Dear Jupce.—As 1 know your paper is As this isa temperance town, we natur- | outspoken, and not id of anything, 1 ally wonder what effect a demigod full | venture to write to you of a circumstance would have on the pious inhabitants, if they | that occurred recently, and it has never been in the newspapers, which proves the should happen to see him emerging from press can be bribed. I t friend to Mrs. Grubb’s cellar, Our rooms are r the workingmen, and c of what stuffy, but Mrs. Grubb calls our atten- | gross injustice against one of their number, tion to the fransifs over the doors, that | J consider it my duty to tell you of it. she had put in at great trouble and suspense, A short time since, 4 gentleman of When the hammock broke down one day, | quiet and unassuming manners was journey- under the weight of about half the children | ing on foot through the suburban towns, her small, and some- in the village, Mrs. Grubb called out to the | selling a very useful invention (which he last arrival, ‘* Here, you little Bessie Smith, | was introducing at less than cost, toadvertise you were the last hair that broke the camel , this time;” and when, one fine ¢ young gentleman sailed up the river in his yacht, and took his pretty sister from our number for a trip to the city, our landlady announced at the tabl went off in her brother’s jo! a whaling.” Dear, kind, old Mrs. Grubb! We laugh at her speeches, but she has a warm place in our hearts all the same, and what life in this plies would be without her short cakes and loquacity, we shudder to conceive, , he was attacked by a ferocious dog aud severely bitten in the calf of his leg, while entering at the open door of a farmhous ‘The wound was severe, rendering the gentle- men cinfit to follow his vocation for some unc. He thereupon brought suit against the owner of the dog, and after the usual delay which attends such matters the 7 brought to t The plaintiff showed the dangerous character of the animal and the results of the attack, and the lewyer claimed a very clear case of deinuges for large amount, But the defense rgued that the dog was kind, and the gen..cman must take the consequences if he w nt into a house uninvited. These remarks wore bad enough, but when the counsel in his ciosing speech to the jury, said the plaintiff could a weeping and Tue Massachusetts Democrats have about given up hopes of Butler’s nomination ; but they recollect that the old man will be on the floor.—Hartford Post. and its monstrous cockroaches yees have in this country. celler slure! j have r red, only in case the dog had bitten his cheek and thus spoiled his stock in trade, insult was certamly added to his injury. The jury, composed of farmers, who probably had dogs ut home, and had left their doors open for temptation, actually smiled, and soon rendered a verdict of ‘no cause of action,” which in my opinion was disgraceful. Our courts are getting to be farces, and | there seems to be no justice to be had except |for the rich und powerful. Now, please, Mn. Jepce, write something in your paper yout th nd I know it will take with the laboring classes, and it is best to be on their side. If you print anything about it, you can send me three copies, and I presume you will sell a ot in town. Yours, J. MENRY DE MInES. Shantyvilliana. | Mrs. Bridget O'Toole. “ Who's that ould thafe ov ther dissert, Paddy?” | Mr. Paddy O'Toole, “Ys it ther Arab yer | mayne, Bridget?” | Mrs. O'T, “That same.” Mr, O'T. “He's ther false prophet. Put adhrop or two more in me glass, Bridget, |anuncork yerears, Fust one must be afthe: thripping back « few hundred at ther commincemiut ov hostilities. wonderful—” comicbooks.com