Judge — November 15, 1884 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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“Jef. Joslyn" on Mind Reading. T visitep a mind-rea long ago, and after planking down a tw dollar bill, (necessary for stimulating his colossal brain to penetrate the re of my intellectual bay-window of think-dom) he ‘anfixed me with his e and solemn- spake: “Thy thou aim the to be a Sentimental-Religio poet. Thou hast pub- lished a book on * Human Passions; or, The Immortality. of the I Soul,’ for rt now won- cas here below is laying thee up treasures on High.” “Dead wrong, my giddy meanderer of the mind, Tama and have written Fashion or, The Individualit Restaurant Roll, and was thinki anxious think, whether I'd be some dizzy duffer, with ducats, to furnish the coin required to print the volume and put it on the market—for the privilege of being my dedicatee—in order to lay me up treasure here on Earth thereof at $1.50, per copy! Th J un-veiler of thoughts gazed at me in a wild, I-have-stepped-on myself-and- taken-a-big-tumble sort of manner, but re- ler one evening not covered sufficiently to fire a spittoon after me, as I grabbed my note off from the table and disappeared like a flash through the open door. Ye mind-reader then sallied forth into the gloaming with a blunderbuss, to search for his outside assistant who furnished him from the cash sale | | guilt-edged, DIPLOMATIC, Young Wiaaixs—** See here, Pop, I be too little to lick you, and you be too big to lick me. Lets call ita draw!” information in regard to people, an gotten him mixed up in his ** pointe: cerning my history. At last accounts he had found him not, but when he does run across him, somebody's form will be filled as full of holes as the sieve-like character of a candidate for officer, had con- Monographs. SHARD SHOOTING, Tis now the bi with his gun Over the 1 And bea brambles, Tue thorough-bred winners—Maud S.and Foxhall. Phe crisp invigorating air Pills him with vaue delig And sharpens cach and ev A MAN’s reputation is no better for bei Particularly sight Mba! at last the Bounce g rabbit, very fa Bang, bang! ‘Tis hist Is it? Why no— “Tis the neighboring farmer's cat! game is ro A YOUNG man m ood on a loaf, yet make a bad bread-winner. Wires the law-maker works by the job, the law-breaker has an easy job of it. Expensive sweetmeats—honeyed words. The widow's favorite musical instrument— A Cincaco man thinks he can make an! east-acnet, improvement in corned beef—He is trying io makelst cornered best, cuses are poor missiona they sel- dom carry conviction with them, EVERYRODY seems to be alive to the fact that mind is one of the most preciousurticles |g extant. Even the most liberal minded man, when he gives you a piece of his mind, in- variably gives you the worst piece. an the whispering of women at evening herings be called nigh (t) talks? ‘There are two kinds of drafts, my son. One you get cold by, the other you get gold by. ‘The follies of youth make us prematurely buld-headed, but the follies of old age make | us perorating, fools, “This os ement ring ”"—said the shing « rienne she surveyed the saw-dust circle under the circus tent. “WANTED, a steady middle-aged man of good character for family coachman. Refer- ence required.” fe read, did the squint- eyed, bottle-nosed, lantern-jawed, stump- toothed, ragged-whiskered gentleman, and | ¢ introduced himself, and offered to produce a | pound or two of testimonials. ‘* Oh never mind about these pape my dear sir,” answers old Dotterman with effusion, ‘1 havn’t been climbing up through the world for fifty years and not able to read a man as a book. I know an_ honest fellow good whip the very minute I set my him. Your face is all the letter of re ation that [ require. Ben Butler wasn’t born witha silver spoon in his mouth, but he put one into it as soon as he could, Nothing goes so fast as time, so they say, * and vet there are plenty of men who find no anil trouble in ng it. mend- | “a ‘*Ah! that’s just the place for me, ighed the tottering consumptive as he comicbooks.com