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THE JUDGE. THE PRESIDENT. A rEw ov THE * GuOvER CLEVELANDS” ORY Is “STILL THEY Cost BORN SINCE IIS NOMINATION, AND THE OUR BEER. | Unless ‘tw Somewl peur, in black and white clear, in the Liberal Budget. Diawatis Penson a: pence thre utlook is queer, yes, deucedly drear For drinks in the Liberal Budyet, (Chorus) LY (an ss) pmmaniting H. Mr. Ciantes Vax Ksickrnnockkn Miss Manton Beacox Strent Miss Beenan Parmmount Park. . Miss Linas Mapison Square. Long Branch Belles, British Mr, Charles Van K. Now, Ladie Uffcer—Ves, tell us whence you come A Dairy dies, tell us whence you come. Wall Street Brokers and Miss Beacon Strect, ‘Thanks to higher education UMN T can mass in condensation Ev'ry philosophic fallacy where misty se Without lucid Ata lover's oscu ers, ScENE:—Ou the beach at Lang Branch * Torpedo ing. Time: —July lation, Weary, Weary, have we grown WwW for a single man; = Hunting someone we may own, Someone of a wealthy clan; Let the others call us ‘witch, | Flirt, and ‘artful little minx’; What care we, if he be rich, or their jealous nods and winks; From poor men we'll hold exempt, Cupid and his tender thrills thing with a proud coltempt Men who would p our bills tion | T can analyze the soap he puts upon bis sparse tache. | Mins Fairmont Park.— ‘Though no educated Shaker, I'ma skillful genva maker, And can turn with well-becoming pride to my an cestral tree; Chorus of officers. — Hunting, hunting wealthy wives Wearied of their single state: ‘They must wealthy be, and dead All their relatives must be; When we're married we can shed Tears of pure hypocri Until th Making mountains out of hills; Never bewitehin; Maids who cou we'll criticise, with our eyes not pay our bills. Ensemlle, Since we cannot marr We uphold celibacy; Hoping at some future state Wealth m igate our fate, I be Brltes, — Pray, why your resolutions drear? Oficcra—"Tis the impending tax on beer. Capt, Piccadilly. Soxo: The Literal Budget nd, my dear, each glass of good checer xed, und because we don’t grudge it, reason to fear an increase on beer Is found in the Liberal Budget. (Chorus—repeat,) In A PROUD MAN LOusk Recton— Brooan—' sfamil Way don’t you go to the Poor House? No rector, I hear, in our atmosphere Asan intemp’rate drinking would judge it, And I fear th Orh, be Godbe, I've too muchrespect for me Although styled the * pretty Qual et | cannot score a “taker, at my death will end my blooded family, Miss Madison Sprare,— tn able da 1 can drive a chappie crazy. Englishman, American, or str Lean make him tender, mazy; T can make him toil if lazy And can make him * pop the question shi Italian count; * should he a bank account Capt. Preeadilly. (Recitative. I've just received a cablegram; Let no one e to utter—, Until I read the cablegram pernment, it now appears. ted was through absent peers; So there's no increased tax on beers, Officers. — gland, we fear, each glass of good cheer Is taxed, and although we don't grudge it, We're happy to hear no increase on beer Can creep through the Liberal Budg Helles. — Say, think you, you can marry now? Oficrra—For your consent we tarry now, Wall Street Brokers. — There's n p “twixt the cup Since we're bulls and bears we Be you long or short, you must le And steer for the Liberal Budget. and the lip: y fudge its ¢ this port Over the eb Swiftly t Softly the cockne To lily-labetted I To «meal that cannot fail— Mutton chops and bottled al (Curtain.) 4D We 8, t kind of leather is Cupid?— ed kid. The length of time it kes a young man to find his rub- vers in his girl’s hallway on beau- nights. man name = | has be m(m)long isw’t good German, our eyesight has cen spoiled over snaky letters in vain, “Say, boy, what do you curry your head on one side so for?” “My uncle makes m “What sort of an uncle have you got to make you do that?” “A carb-uncle.” “The deah ewechaw is waving her handkerchief to me! ” exclaimed Mr. Brainless Fitzsham delightedly. The poor masher was nearsighted; it was only a scrub-woman wiping the window, Frank H. Cushing has discovered in Zuni ancient cigarettes of cancand corn-leaves, proving that the seduc- tive roll is of Indian origin, and is, in fact, getting in ita work of revenge ont he race which introduced fire- \ water to the red man comicbooks.com