Judge — February 21, 1885 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE sion cach one of them may be connected with be attended with loss of life or not. They are cowardly murderers, slaughtering the innocent without reason or pity, without hope of gain to themselves; actuated, as it would seem, by the blind and unreasoning ferocity of an enraged animal, Assuredly, “Tell is not hot enough, nor eternity long | enough to punish the dynamiters,” and it would be no marvel if Satan should resign his realm in their favor, according to the conceit of our artist, a3 beings a thousand times wickede d more devilish than him- PANO’ " DOUBLE BACK ACTION, REVERS! LABON SAVING, SELP-ADIUSTING, PATENT HED: D POR GETTING MMDDT UP IN THR MORNING. LE, ‘Tie man who wants a change of scene and wants it cheap should go to the theatre. Carpe diem: When the man in a harry steps On the morning ice let the looker on laugh his lau once. If he waits it may turn out that the slipper has broken his head. Iya world like ours we should bear the evil for the sake of the good that goes with it. A pious retlection like this will help Christian men. and boys. ta pub, ag with tho insipid banana for the sake of its amusing skin, Jayconn, who has just come back to town, says that he boarded last summer with a pious family in the country who were so ious that he had pie every morning for reakfast, and got im himmel such pie—in short Jaycobb has come back to town a dyapeptic infidel. “Sitting on the Stair." RT going to the ball this eve?” This was Jack’s question, and I grieve T the evening found me there On coming down, I picked my way Between the couples, still or gay Who sat upon the stair, Half down I paused, the da The old Tn the T stood and lost m ys of yore, Kd times came back once more. say turmoil and the glare 1 dreamed Taw her face once we seemed To sit upon the s\ Once more the old sweet things I said; Tn mea To some swayed her lovely head air; from above, Ww on the The music ceas lsd In her Td gi hit to see That ever more by me Will sit upon the stair Tit ne'er fe ny sadness, Ti rk, me he world to ned eyes, T swear? irl, who Since then I've climbed the stairs of life I've had my part of toil And—my sid reverie ended there. For, =first Then « said," Come off, air.” A Jotty crew is the corks-crew—always goes for the bottle. Tne Uptones don’t fancy codfish balls. | ot select affairs, you know. First Democrat— Do you know, land must have «good deal of law busin ut—“ I dunno; why?” Not a bad idea—paid by the year I guess etter than hiring such high-priced bush- ckers like—like Coscoe Ronkling the jew screw that charged us ten million dol } wasn't it, to keep Ben, Blaine from running off with the New York ballotbox — Of course Cleveland’s counsel is a good Democrat.” Another Dynamite Outrage. IN TWO OUTRAGES. Outrage 1. Very evening for two weeks Mr. Dyna- mite absented himself from the domestic circle, At first his excuse was the old one out to see a man, "portant business.” “Humph!” sa | Mrs. D., sotfo voce, took his hat. ’Portant business, indeed know what that means, it means poker, and a loss. of se dollars, for the old fool al- ways loses. Now I shall have to sit up most of the night. But Mrs, Dynamite was mistaken. She exploded a little too soon.—Mr. Dynamite was in the house before twelve. Mrs. D, waited till he was fast asleep, and us soon as he had started off on his regular night-mare ride, she arose and examined his hing there save a couple of dollars, his knife, keys, ete, signs of poker, not even astray chip. Where had Mr. Dynamite been? ‘The next morning at breakfast he com- plained of # pain in the back of his head, and Mrs. D. noticed that the phrenological pro- tuberance indicating self-esteem was swollen , to about twice its nataral “How much did you make last night?” she inquired, sarcastically determined to solve the mystery, if possible. “TT made an ass of myself, that’s what I made,” growled her husband, and before she could make the obvious retort about there being nothing unusual in’ that, he was out- side the front door and on his way down- town. After dinner that night he began to fidget ssed | and grow restless, and finally said. he'd go around and see his partner fora “ Good gracious!” thought Mrs, D. man troubled about busin going to fail. I never saw him act so | queerly. Again he was home early—quite carly when he came in he look a Madison Square Garden slugging match, and had decidedly got the worst of it «For heaven's sake, Mr. Dynamite! what is the matter, are you drunk “No — —, I wish T was,” but if he'd been in he answered. Then what in the name of wonder have comicbooks.com