Judge — April 18, 1885 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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SPRING STYLES FOR ROLLER RINK PATRIES. OFF THE BENCH. HANGING on the ragged edge is now ren- dered tottering on the slippery b-rink. Trees have their day for planting, but all, thou hast all times for thy sowing, O-oats. A netenen has been run in by a callow cop for bringing his cart into the streets without a tire. Ir 1s suggested that as the tide raised the ice on the Hudson River twice every day, all winter, it is likely to be very high this suin- mer. Ir is said that the editor of The Merchant Traveller is studying for the ministry. It’s high time! Between Talmage and Joe Cook the pulpit has become sadly lacking in solemnity. Tue women’s riGuTERS have a right, at last, to feel encouraged. In far Constanti- nople, ‘‘ where woman has never a soul to save,” the fair sex has riz and shrieked, and bulldozed the government. They declared, “the Sublime Porte is no Bossphorus.” Tur Law of re-taliation is expressed in the clause: ‘If you will relieve the irri- tation of the epidermis of my dorsal regions by gently forrowing it with the unguical appendages of your digits, I will recipro- cate by a similar alleviating service on behalf of your own posterior surfaces.” Rtew’s Reners, in Manitoba, cut the barbed-wire fences, and placed themselves outside the pale of civilized warfare—being mostly red Indians. The wires being down no telegraphic communication could be had to convey the intimidating threats of the ada militia. It was a Riel rebellion. THE JUDGE. A BRAZOS LEGEND. Waar did I last sce Charley — Charley ther king ov ther cards? Wal, it war down on ther Braz Me an’ him used ter be pard He wa Flu ort o° things— Got ‘em a nilin’, And laid out yer onery kiv vel with aces, them sy as am, Down on ther Brazos, I told yer, Hell never saw such a night; Crash went ther terrible thunder! Lurrid the skies war with Fi ned, my hoss sunk beneath me And groaned like a man at his death. ‘Ther wind had a hand at Chokin’ me outen my breath. ny Weazen Hither and yon, like a drunkard Tst ered from thistle Cursin’ ther t thorn, ible tempest, ly longin’ ther morn. An’ when ther arrows 0 day hot from ther bows 0° ther Gods! how I blubbered and shouted Oh, ‘fore my eyes what a feast! What did T see but a cabi Wholly unscathed by the Nestlin, storm! down in a deep . psom so warm, T made for't, oan at ther door; But I lifted my hands with an effort, And counted my raps np to four. Nary av But, like a chased wolf, T went in; “Whar is ther landlord?” T sh “Shelter for storm-euchred FI Thi A-look bade me enter, aman ata ANOTHER INT STRAINED RELATIONS BETWEEN MATIC NOTES AND COMPELS AN ITALIAN © “Hooray!” cried a stalwart when he read the news of the advance of Canada police against the Manitoba insurgenta. “Put down the half-breeds, Vice! They made trouble here and they'll trouble you-— sock it to ‘em 2RN A GERMANY Stuck inter a heap o' wet sand, “Tis Charley!" I cried ther next minute, Shiver my eyes! if it ain't, Hello! my old pard! don’t yer know met I'm Bill what yer nickn ther Saint. Ar yer holdin at poker? ‘ear’ from tl ont o° things; ” For thar on ther table before him War layin’ a hull set o kings. But still he sot gazin’ an’ gazin’, He never looked up, never stirr'd An’ I said to myself, “Wh: Does Death Lold the highest tramp kerd? ‘Then [saw “twixt ther eyes 0° Kins A round spot that war b An’ ther ki rs As if the hull story they kr Which they did. They bad beatea the aces That clung to ther cold, iey bh Wal, he sleeps his last sleep bh T planted bim thar int An’ above him I mutte An’ “killin,” an’ the For ‘twar painful to see ther four aces s ther matter? Laid out by ther onery kings Did I find Aims in Galveston We war havin’ o poker a game, Lasked if kings ever took a aid bi ad heard o° ther same. it war up on ther Brazos, A year or two When the kin For, One night arter ther wut, = scooped the quartette 6” aces said he with a wink, “1 war thart never would do that agin’; not as L know of — ays the trig Flynn laid out ther corkiss, nner came for ter view, elegant peepers War a little round spot that war bhi they shan't aid, them TIONAL DIFFICULTY. AND ITALY. RGAN TO RETRACT, GERMANY ISSUES DIPLO- “NTN < MoRE young ladies admitted to the practice of medicine,” is a newspaper heading. Yes, but you know a person can- not be convicted on her own admissions. Probably they will escape, as all the male doctors do. comicbooks.com