Judge — August 9, 1884 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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eee tatoo Jeumno’s skeleton will go to Tuft’s colle whenever Jumbo gets throug gh with it Hartford Post. ‘Tue woman of the period don’t mind get- oo late to un express train, but it is when the mail train leaves her that she wails. —Wash. Hatchet. A Book Agent was struck by lightning, last Tuesday night, and on the spot: where he stood it lo dias if a brass cannon had been melted.—aris Beacon. Tue death of Reilly, bitten by a poison- ous snake, even after'a copious dosing with whiskey, simply proves that the snake poi- son is sometimes stronger than Bourbon. That's all.—Hartford Po: Asortiten woman that ( kissed has just died. ‘The more we hear about George the more we are inclined to think that he rather pulled the wool over his companion’s eyes.— Boston Post. ge Washington Fussy O1p Matp (entering base ball ground)—* Why, what did they all begin to yell ‘Fowl’ for when [came in? Do they Polite Gatekeeper—‘** Oh, no, mum. You ain’t no chick Phila. Call. Tur editor of a northern ‘Texas paper complains that dogs follow their masters to church, and how! while the singing is going ssibly the intelligent animals see the ‘eras Siftings. Poems written of litth idan ancient writer, are the be An almost universal belief in this idea is, no doubt, the reason why the recent poems written in commemoration of the white elephant are not. re s creditable productions.— Arkansaw Traveler, “Yes,” said the old politici mourn) ful shake of his head » these high nd colleges are raising the very mischief with the party. Once was the time when the rank and file would do ju s they thing n, with a ols were told; but now, confound ‘em! they know more than the leaders, and yon can’t do nothing with ‘em anyhow. — [tell you, sir, education is knocking politics all to pieces.”—Boston Transcript. Jinns— Why, Finks, old boy, how are My gracious, how you have changed.” Finks—* In what ws Jinks—* You seem to have grown rather carel You used to be quite a dude.’ Finks—* Oh, that’s it, 18 it? Well, I’m marr Jinks— a dude any more, then?” Finks—“ No; I'm a sub-dude.”—Phila. Call. SceNz, acamp. ‘Time in the evening, you? uard—*‘ Halt! who goes there ri Tam a Hingha Q an independe nt Cadet. oncert is all over. May Isee you uty—Yes; thanks. Tam afraid to ier throws his musket away and disappears in the darkness with the daughter of the r on Globe. IN A HURRY. He. ran to catch the evening train And rushed with all his might and main, | Intent on reaching home to tea, | His little family to see. Alwst he bad not in his mind A thought of the banana-rind Which right before hi pathway lay At close of that eventful day, Upon the rind he slipped, of course, And tumbled down with mighty force;— | Shattered his back and broke bis shin Because of this banana-skin! At home his wife and children ery “Oh! Poor papa will surely diet But no! Papa will surely live! The U.S. Mutual Co, will give Him fifty dollars every week, | His comfort and repair to seek, For poor papa was wise, you sce, He held an Accident Policy, | THE UNITED STATES MUTUAL ACCIDENT ASSOCIATION, ACCIDENT INSURANCE AT HALF RATES ACCIDENTS WILL HAPPEN. INSURE AGAINST Loss. CHARLES.B, PED? : (ofroceRs,PEET &ca)Presiden t JIMES RPITCHE comicbooks.com