Judge — November 22, 1884 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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CHILDLIKE So Pa, Ido. UGENE Certainly, “* Well, he bought his little boy a horse?” how it is different of our Lanternes which make to fly the mud, and our Figaros so crucl, of which the stab scours the skin of one! In New York, when that their great Broadway was so crowded with the torch- porters which I regard with astound, one of the fellow-citizens tell to’ me, in speaking with distinct loudnes Vous Frenchy vous, vous ne can’t pas kick up sick a ell of a dust in the rues de Paris, how?” “Ah devil, no!” cried I, “ our most young Republic French should not have eness for to make it as that without to have of more practice.” The President, one elects him in the months of the Canvas. It is for that one makes the pole-raising which result in a haughty mast-emblem superb of the glory In the suite of which the hurrahs (almos' terrible) which on mes Threecheers. Let us go. Then M. the presideat of the assembly (crowd), he araise and strike one, two, three times the air, and in effect, fellow-citizens behold him the Colonel or the Honorable. That he be heard! American, a fellow-citizen himself without doubt, confide to me that all that which each Colonel or Honorable shall then say has that of purity and saintness which one will hear in the pulpit, and of further, that the eminent candidates shall reconcile themselves next winter with such fraternity the one shall give to the other “his fast chaw of tobacco, even when it is half chawed.” Sentiment the most touching’ One regards with an air very astonished that nothing of military display in the streets while Election holds herself. But this grand people have theirself so elevated with | of their hundred years of freedom that no One | AND lo you love me as much as Mr. Jones loves his little boy? fellow-ci gre: wit not My wk ve Am tou ski the th you wit gre me wh lan the CoacnEe mi; Tue hack-driver is coming, no doubt, but he ist we pat have jevery day I astonish at the ghtier than the ¢ BLAND. zen but he would with scorn have at hunger rather but sell his vote; or h grandeur perish himself in firing a ol of Derringer rather that but he shall fail for to count him the votes fair. friend of York, he to me said: var 1, mon Frenchy, vous bettez vous ir life that on the jour de our election ry chose is done sur the square, yericans are, on that solemn occasion, as t innocent as the petit muttons which se pper in the meadow.” Ah! to remain in fellow-citizens of which great—what of more would 1? And the language, one it acquires hout almost to try. For me, Ihave deal forgot the neh since that I obtained to speak the English. But great deal fore nin this country here, who are they ich try in the vain to converse the | guage of Shakespeare without to make of and errors. ow and we middle of th virtue is so in (to dude)—* The whip is is not here eligible match he driver who drives the 'r ches. ‘Sue dropped a tear.” Possibly. But are ready to wager our whole salary as pective coachman that he was not a ms to be something strangely ing to the frivolous dress-loving fe- le mind in the coachman’s skillfal manner handling the ribbons. | And I've gripped him fierce The Cucumber. Ist plain of garb and feature, and by nature rather And in the summer garden lives no humbler thin; than I; ‘The wild bird scorns me, and the bee finds in me And yet, for all, beware of me—for I have There's Mr. Jobn L. Sullivan, the pride of Boston town, Before whose dread, gigantic arm all other men go down; Vl take him up at any odds with me to try And I'm no true Cucumber, if 1 do not kt out a bout; k him I've scen the lusty Alderman with limbs and thews pf might, (Vm at my best at night), and curled him up and Engage with me at suppers late knotted him with pai Till like a very mountain-bull he roared and Tam bland and nothing vicious; but some things TH not abide— tut! som abhored. row’s rising Shone soft upon a beauteous bride Ice cream is one,—disgusting A lovely, win bride The mor sun race of Once mixed me with the thing whi life was run and let me lie t that you can buy, And if at night too oft you've looked u But take me when U'm young and mild bathin Full long and deep in vinegar, the on the ru Next morning will I still your quale brace you up. DAN DE LOX Happy Couples. there were a number of happy cou- ples at last week’s ball. Conspicuous among them Lord de Rigar and his wife. She 1s dying of hopeless illness, and he has epilep- tic fits. They were first cousins, but she had the coin and patched up the broken down estate. The mother eloped with an clerk, and they arrived in New the usual shilling, barefooted. Started alight kind of beer, mild edition of Bass, and made a fabulous fortune. She has just fur- nished (I mean Lady de Rigar) an wsthetic house in Boston to the tune of $800,000, The walls are all inlaid with electric blue enamel, and venetian red curtains to the number of 90 pair were ordered for the receiving suite of apartments alone. Lord de Rigar was only a baby when she came out, but he ran thro’ all his money. Lost a pot on two succeeding ra She dyes her hair and y and when they took the vows to love, etc., both said privately, each would gang their ain way! aay vs ranged their affectionate attitude in the looking glass because it looked well; all the time we, who know them, are quite too well informed to believe in it. Its only a farce. He is still awfully in love with a clergy- man’s daughter in tne country, but he has been told he may die ofa clot to the brain any moment before he is free from his wifely cousin; and all her money at her death goes back to her people—hard lines, is it not? I wonder what amusement they can find in watching the young and lovely in all their American York with comicbooks.com