Judge — February 21, 1885 — page 6: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE JUDGE. POKBIDDEN FRUIT. Sn is sweet, she is pretty, She is twenty years of age, She has style, she ha: She is witty and she’s When sh harming, , tna compare, T love her, and Ud tell her I would be her slave for life, Bat alas! that's forbide She's another fellow’s wifet ‘The prize-fighter’s favorite drink—punch. | | When no man pursueth the wicked flea enjoyeth himself, “T should have been named Reflection,” groaned a battered trampas he tightened the belt around his hollow waist. ‘I find there is more food for reflection in this life than for anything else.” A Berlin doctor has been fined for not keeping himself posted on modern methods of practice. Ile was probably so thought- less as to cure some of his nts, There are nine American Countesses and Marchionesses in Rome, this winter, which is equivalent to saying that nine blue-blooded sons of idleness are bathing in American dollars. Mme. Diaz is a woman of many uccom- lishments, and was educated in New Yor! Kot, however, at Vassar college, it is need- leas to add. She doesn’t know a lump of spruce gum from an ounce of vanadium. A Florida woman is making money by running a saw mill, but she is dying by inches, all the same, of pique and mortifica- tion. She can’t make her voice heard above the buzzing of the saw. About the only time in her life when a girl will say “yes” very short and snappy, as if she meant it, is when you ask her to take ice-cream, a sleigh-ride, or yourself for better or for worse. “A harmonious color gives a feeling of repose in the home,” says an art journal. Henceforth aesthetic housewives will be care- ful not to have their chairs upholstered in blue, green, or any other color that does not richly blend with the gorgeous tints of the goodman’s proboscis, The Rev. Anthony Walker (colored) was hanged in Texas for murder, not many days ago. If we remember the details of the crime, they were to the effect that one of Mr. Walker’s deacons tried to convince him | at her husband, the other day | latter, unfortunately it this point, and now love is dead in that | that five kings could flourish in a Poole at one and the same time, and that the deacon’s argument proved # dead failure. Mrs. Love, of Newberne, ., got mad and shot him in the stomach. Love always touches the tenderest spot in our being, and naturally, Mrs. Love knew just where to make the greatest impression on the old man, he was too sensitive on family. ToM ADDIS. For the Gentle Fair. Laotes, it is well known, will do almost anything to preserve, enhan or recover their beauty. This is natural’ and praise- worthy, for the dear creatures do it all for our sakes—for the sake of the ungrateful man. Unfortunately, too often the so-called beautifiers which ladies employ are made up of noxious substances or poisonous minerals, which accomplish their obj.ct, if indeed they accomplish it at all, at the expense of health Therefore, anyone who can provide the fair ex with articles that will beautify without injuring, is a public benefactor. Such a benefactor is Mme. Latour, of Lexington Ave. and 129th Street. Her washes, cos- metics, ete., are purely vegetable, and ther tore harmless, and her skill as a manicure unrivalled. Our fair friends, in search of enhanced beauty, will do well to give Mme. Latour a trial. ENGLISH for is not what she seems, ner who got so utterly left that The there | was not even a grease spot left of him, w the same man who thought ita safe thir to sit on the safety valve, and to place con- fidence in the confidence man. PLEASURE Our cook bas got on to the rolling-sk: | Mr. Cleveland as a Diplomatist. ome students (presumably of the Demo- cratic sex) belonging to a famous New York university, fell out last week on the pronun- ciation of Cicero’s name. — Having no confi- dence in the faculty they applied to Gov, Cleveland, as being ez-oficio the highest authority on such subjects, to decide the matter. And this is the Governor’s answer: “My Dear ! In reply to your in- quiry ‘whether the name of the great Roman orator should be pronounced Sisero, or Sik- | ero, or Kickero,’ would state that the name should be pronounced Cicero. Faithfully Yours, G. Cleveland. When an eminent Democratic statesman who lately returned from an unprofitable pilgrimage to’ Albany was shown the Gover- nor'sreply, he muttered the usual Democratic prayer, and then remarked “that’s Cleveland allover. Oh for an Albany wind that would show us which way the straw will blow after the fourth of » G. P. Honpen, for over twenty years editor, and most of the time proprietor of The Yonkers Gazette, was on oneey night, February 9, confirmed by the common coun- cil of that place, to be city treasurer of Yonkers. tory of the future—the crematory. But if this species of tory had flourished in the past, where were the pleasing mouldy ghastly | quips and puns of the jolly grave-diggers and | the grateful shady morals that the Lord Hamlet fetched out of the unincinerated brain pan of poor Yorick?—and where the astonishing stage doings in the tomb of the Capuleta; and who that is in quest of true oetry would expect to find it in Gray’s Elegy in a city crematory? BEFORE BUSINESS. No home-made bread for one while. comicbooks.com