Judge — July 11, 1885 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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eae TR i) Mi | | | ai | j my | in | mt) | ae) i } i WW W j SSS? THE J MY FIRST HALV-HOLIDAY. ND so your firm has decided to give the clerk: half holiday on Saturdays during the summe remarked my Belle, we turned over the leaves of the ** Governor of 0.” A what!” exclaimed Belle’s ma, “X half-day off on Saturdays,” [ explained. “ And what aro you going to do with yourself next Saturday?” asked m “TL thought of going to Coney Island,” I said, “ but "—— “ Just the thing!” exclaimed ma. “« Bat”—said 1, “T have been wanting to go all summer, to see Gilmore and his band in their splendid new uniform,” said ma, with decision, ** And the new Amphitheatre,” said Belle with a smile. “ Well,” said I, “let us go on Saturday.” Yes,” said “fortunately [ have no engagement for that nd we can take our time about returning. How che-ar-ming! ” exclaimed my Belle trial for three months, the permanent en on good behavior and proved fitne former.) It was arranged that we should mect at the pavilion, near South-ferry, at two o’clock, and I gave up, with a secret sigh, my visit to a base-ball match. The day proved very hot, and ma suffered from the heat. “T never did go anywhere that the weather was not hot enough to roast a sint,” said she “Fortunately, you are not a saint,” said I, wishing to be jocular. She gave me a look that said plainly, ‘ Look out, young man!” But Belle smiled sweetly, and said, ‘‘I love warm weather, it reminds me so of summer!” and the look she gave me made my cheeks ting] “If Tonly had a glass of iced champagne!” exclaimed ma. But fortunately the shout of ‘All aboard for Manhattan Beach!” turned thé current of her thoughts and took a load off my mind, for where would I find that rare beverage in that vicinity. “ How everybody pushes,” the toes of a dude by her side. “0 Ma’m! beg pardon, don’t you know—but my toes.” “Why did you put them under my foot?” she said indig- nantly; “If you can’t take care of your toca, I’m sure / cant.” Beg pardon, I’m sure,” said the sufferer. “You had better,” said ma. “Then, Mr. Dunfordude, don’t you see all the low people are rushing for the seats, why don’t you?” “O certainly,” I answered, secure three camp stools, and placed them where the shade would be, when the steamboat turned for her course. “« Well,” said ma, **if he basn’t gone and put them right in the sun! “But,” explained Bellie, “as soon as we start they will be in the shade.” ; ** Don’t talk to me, don’t you think I know! shade,” to me. I did so, and when the boat headed down stream, we were in the broiling sun, “There,” said ma, “ I told you so.” “ But "—— “You should have put them in the shade. There’s a man smoking,” said she; “and another; well, if they ain’t all smoking. Are there no rules to protect females! Can't this nuisance be pre- vented! I shall complain to the police, and write a complaint to Tue Jvve Horrid creatures men are!” Ma spoke very loud when she was excited, and on this occasion she was unusnally £0. I raised my umbrella, aud held it with both hands, but in spite of day, aged on be dependent Ma is a civil-service re- Pat them in the 1 ma, as she placed her foot upon | excuse me,” and I hastened to} UDGE. all my vigilance, it occasionally touched m “Mr. D, do you want to knock off m whispered to Belle, “did he disturb my ‘Thompson wave? There goes that Italian band, ‘Sweet Violets’! I can’t stand. this! any- where to get rid of that eternal tune—come!”” So she led the way | to the stern, and we settled down on a pile of ropes. | When we approached the wharf at Bay Ridge, a sailor came 's bonnet. y bonnet!” and then she near us and requested us to move, as he wanted to handle the ropes. Ma became indignant. “Move!” said she; “ why don’t you take the ropes from the other sid That wont do; Lam sorry to disturb you, Miss.” | bal no matter, no matter at all,” said ma; young man, above his situation!” This way to the parlor car, this w: with the voice led ma to this car. of course; a little matter I did not On arriving at Manhattan Beach the full Amphitheatre, erected at a cost of 000 view, but the beauty of the lawn was much inju sion. Signs for conformity to rul this enclosure: o chairs allowed few privileges are allowed for those who do not pay for admission to this open-air theatre. ‘l'o be sure, the music will fly around th corners, but what is that if you can’t see the graceful Gilmore’s back as he beats time! I would have been contented with the ten cent seats, but a look from ma forbade me to indu in such all econom, I there- fore bought three reserved seats at twenty-five cents cach, and was received with marked courtesy, and I thought, some surprise, by the usher who guarded the entrance. On looking around, after we were seated, | not a little embarrassed to find that we three were the only persons in this aristocratic reservation, We were much looked at, and m: Lit. She looked at the programme, and ma exclaimed with heat: noven! Beethoven! Why don’t Gilmore select music that people like!’ Why so much of dead Beet 17 “Why ma, you made a pun,” exclaimed Belle. “Did 1?" ‘said she; “ why I hav’nt made a pun since the funeral of my late Uriah, O! it’s too much,” and she held her handkerchief to her eyes. Fortunately it passed for emotion caused by the music, as at that time it was quite melancholy, Well, the concert came to an et us ma felt a marvelous appetite, we took a table and she n selection of viands that exceeded my cash on hand, Fortunately, I saw Harris, a friend, and borrowed fifteen dollars from him, so J was enabled to save my credit. But my heartless friend remarked: ** Mother-in-law?” “Not yet,” I replied. She’ too heavy for you, take a frien I’s advice and escape if possible.” Well, it did sct me to thinking. a very nice "m,” and the man She went in, and we followed, alculate upon, glory of the new burst upon our ed by its intru- net the visitor on approac here; no standing.” Well, Yours, A. 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