Judge — November 14, 1885 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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A Long-Felt Want. { of the free 1 criminal Is, from What is needed in this land and home of the knave i om for watching guilty President down to g: laws and procedure, with iffs, turnkeys and exeeut that’s r pu functionaries despatch, But—hold on! the new m it, in turn, duties or sell of avai —to d with Who shall appoint or elect isters of justice ar om if they negh Who? Why, the people, many headed ass! A Difference, Western rural communiti deney stirred up about short-horns, City people so rapidly. Great sales of short horns have been going on for months without causi excitement save in dindividual ances, and these the police are apt to d couray ‘ of short-schooners tracts more attention, as would. be exy where the population is more nautical agricultural; there has, indeed, been a g course—t of bovine ten- % le of They were enjoyi yum at the door ‘arms strokit | | their parting yum- | ood folded in his | middle-E. looked into on his coun- blush on She is in- (ep her orbs of blue with a s ance that would have the cheeks of the Statue of Liberty. For a time no sound was heard save the gentle smack of their colliding lips. At length she said: ** Georgie, dearest, do you know w love vou so well?” “No, darling, why?” * Because when you kiss me you remind | me so much of my'dear little poodle that died last. summer. She now wonders why he broke off their | engagement and went West. ed than oud deal of frothing in this matter. Their Pockets Also Touched. 1| “ey hear drinkin m glad to » Arthur, “Yes, that’s what all my friends tell m “Iv save us all lots of—worry anxiety about you, you know you have stopped —0:— Things ‘Round Cambridge. Last Thursday night a big, Ww ur policeman stood scowlingly fa |, thine faced boy, pect showed how rapidly he was mellowing for the gibbit; and | ¢ pressed upon him the follow- ing loud relentless cate- chism: , thin, who was the other bye taat hilped ye put the shot inter R goat’s ears, whin the poor t wint crazy and jumpe the stove an’ dit ( now, give itaway, or harram will come to 3 ii straight shtory now out yer diviltry in shtealin’ mortar down ‘ter the new Wibster School an’ puttin’ it on Hack- ett’s front stips, an’ be the means av that his carpets was spiled. Owen up, will yes?” Hope to dropdead if I put any mortar on Hacketts’ door steps. Ruffy’s little brother an’ me down Magazine street, that night, two other fellers, an’ they says, ‘ wh matter wid firin’ this revolver at some crows down on the marsh,” an’ when we went int Kinnard street we heered a deuce of a ne in your house, an’ we looked through the winder an’ we seed you beatin’ your old | woman wid a beer ca and that’s all I kno about it, an’ I don’t know about gittin mor tar nor nuthin el Then the policeman looked silly and qui etly cursed the street scourge as he crammed his moath full of dirty lettuce stump and hurried away to report to the station, BANGS. atop rid boys are those making sch a noise Mus. Swrrir are yo rw | | Mus, Brows— nt im, Vmean the others.” A Good Word for the Woman. Wife—“ Henry, you know there is to be a tub-race on the river this after Husband—*"Yes, my dear. What of i “Our washerwoman thinks of entering | and wants you to back her, You inom started Don.” | what good work she has done for us.” Tar street-natuways of New Orleane | ire notoriously poor and slow, but they will | notentertain a proposal to introduce the cable system. ‘They don’t like anything of Cable’s since he wrote up the Creoles with a | photographic recklessness. | others rave of bes Of ro: Of dimpled cheeks « * Such stunt My Do} sim My ay heaven bless!) Is good enough for me. uid mouth and teeth like pearls 4 in ra (wh My Dora has no seal-shin sacque, No forty dollar Paris bonnet; She wears a little A feather « Jers urned up hat— it jacket, soft and warm, her pretty form, Lenough for me, Let other girls sew erazy quilts And cover rolling pins with plush, Embroider unknown | of « And —let . The home Th fis! * gust ule bread my Dora makes, Duck-wheat cakes, Are ge ough for Joes not know the Tat or fancy work, « he can work In But And preach me She does t And hang her hair or fuzz it; ct the simple way she "does" i Is good enough for me. * Aestheti * in her breast I know have never found a place; Contentment sits uy yearnin, 1 her brow — And she says r And th her The peach-bloom blus Is good en fe she will not speak hat stains her check And when she leaves this world below Journeys to the unknown land, ly ask that I may And hold her hand, T shall not fear, for th Th T know, any place where Dora'll go Is good enough for me. Eccentricity’s Extreme. Damon—‘ queer genit wome| seems t hia wife Psthias ‘That Robbins is certainly a You remember how he ed he’s gone and married and it. Ile thinks everything of “Tow eccentri The Milk i’ the Cocoanut Brown—‘* ITalloo, Jones, my wife told me not to speak to you, but I ‘sha’n’t mind her.” “No more shall I mine, who threatened tl] sorts of dire vengence if I wa: uch as seen on the street with you.” Brown— Jone: they have been quarreling at “About a new ree serves, I belie Brown—* Oh, y say ‘ou know what ut?” Jones— vipt for pre- due to jell, I sce.” Military Tactics. “Do you know anything about Victor Emanuel?” was asked of a Grand Army man, in the examination for a position in the civil service. “Tet me se replied. “Tw Upson’s manual. ory Manual—no,” he comicbooks.com