Judge, 1885-11-14 · page 12 of 16
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GOOD TIME! THE JUDGE. Briefs Submitted. Longfellow incidentally remarks that art is le and he might have added | with equal truth that the artist is generally short. aving that there ng like leather is bly tru but the erial of which sale shoes are made comes pretty near | Making wagons is far from being a poetical or romantic business, yet the wheelwright more that kee the sweet g graduates gave an exhibi- tion of bread-baking on the stage. Where will this commencement flour craze end? Great s from little acorns gro’ Our early ans make mention of but one small hatchet; and | to-day we lead the world in the manufacture of axes, Speaking of the gener- ally wretched condition tecth, a dentist. proph that in a few more ations our posterity will be born without these useful members. A New Jersey clergyman declares that henceforth he will not marry a man whom he knows to be intemper- Now if all the other girls follow his example it will go hard with inebri- THE FEATHER BUSTLE. A LEADVILLE LYRIC. She wore a feather bustle. Now by the sex ren Bat her ric Was of the vogue pronounced. Anil, my! her shi Vskin ‘Told how the ducats rolled ground” ber lord controlled: ‘The weather, rather polar, Had made the streets a glare Of ice—but something solar Was somewhere in the air, So she from her high portal, To see and to be seen Swept forth a stately mortal— A modern Sheba queen, On—on she tripped the pavement Until she lost her feet, Upon which bereavement She sat down in the street! Ab, and what was sadder And made the matter worse, Like a collapsi ‘The pillow burst, of courset And in atrice up jumy Pity she was not blin She saw her bustle dump A feathery trail behind! Tt chanced a wretched sinner, Seeing the Ind Forthwith bec Atall the wondron Anil so with seathi her vehem inning like a You're molting lik ASM. SPALDING. Tre Dre of poisoning from postage stamps. We've often known postage stamps to convey some- thing that made people sick. Sometimes it moved a man with an insane desire to lick the man that licked the stamp. ., i} st's Journal reports a case | GOOD HEAVEN ! irl Je Blactter Curiosities of the Canvas. A few of many: ‘The president refusing to say a word for hill; and traveling a thousand miles to vote for him. Yorkers in Washington departments go home to vote fear of being ve purtisans; the president and his staff from this state called patriots for going. The Tribune Lerating Mugwamp journals and ‘ cottoning to” Mugwump votera, The Prohibitionists getting violent attacks of nausea because of Davenport’s Pleasant Valley Wine acing up on Jones's punch and Democratic free whisk (They are |now carefully nursing celebrated cases of political cerebral expansion, in consequence.) ‘The World calling on the faithful to vote | the Democratic ticket in order to encourage Cleveland; knifing Democratic candidates right and left and slurring the President every day. The Sun sticking to Hill to the end, comicbooks.com