Judge — January 9, 1886 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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THE JUDGE. Artists, journalists and persons of like sedentary habits should exercis as to the rich, ness of their d wt caution He Got There. One of the Western M. C's, they s royal blood in his veins. at Europe last summer; fell in with the Pr of Wales, and bled his al Highnes game of poker. ce Too Rapid. President Garret, who witnes parture of the Railroad King, shoc at its suddenness, He consol ed before he takes that kind of rapid transit. THE MAN WHO SAY: But ‘tis a I woull write; a wail of fiendish spite About the plague we're now beset, The boor and bore whose fiendish ery Is, * chestnut,” For one can't perpetrate ¢ However harm ck and mild, Or tell his story to the end To his friend, Without the critic’s sure to croak His byword, which will drive me wild, “Oh, chestnuts!” The proverb, very trite, about Those in gla ses throwing stones, ‘This fellow doubtless never heard; For this word, Which he'll on all occasions shout, Is by this time, I think you'll own, A chestaut, 4 wEstworra. at a | | day I pansed to study the effects of the HEALTH HINTS. should never bri ms to this therein is generally very detri in the shower: fraternity will tind pe: nul is apt to impair their tion of the mu: cial both in their profe Book-Keeping. i] “A literary man will lose nothing by being nol accountant.” Certainly not.” If he lerstands book-keeping he éan soon form afine library by borrowing with a liberal hand. tly word, . Editor—* Pc the true ring in overy time to read it.” | Don't be a Hack. A Give-Away. “Tlo isa mere hack,” says a severe critic, | As the bridal procession was moving up “who writes only for bread id butter.” | the aisle he whispered and look out, Don’t be a bread-and-butter hack, young | Charlep, her oll man made an assignment, p Be one of the choice spirits who | and she knows it.” The man who spoke write for posterity and beer. | thus was the man that gave away the by A Montana Blizzard.—Or Some Western | earth, and they would not be so liable to in- Wind. terfere with the blizzard and stop it as it But I knew how th ana folks always talk, and set up my On my through Montana the other blizzard, und to see how it worked. A aid they had_not had one for but that if I would wait he small one might come along that afternoon, as one was about due, TI had been led to understand that they had a blizzard lying around somewhere there all the time, but I would wait, and onan elevation I began to set up my instrume to guage the wind and the weather. The ranchmen winked around and said I had better pursue my observations on the soft | side of that rocky bluff over there at the | foot of the range, where my hair wouldn't blow in my eyes so and interfere with my sight when Tlooked at the dial d when I lightly pushed the points of the instru- ment poles into the ground I was laughed at, and told I had better drive them all down till the tops were a little below the | was cloudy, y any mi windless and coldless, air than we wanted for breathing purposes or to talk with. I looked to be disappointed, but was told that sometimes the wind would come along thin lually thicken up to the ec ough, and from that to the moving solidity of a stone wall a mile high, with enough cold mixed in it to give > complexion und make it pal- atable; en, if 1 was going in that direc tion to visit friends or the coroner, it would be of some service in helping me along in > Twas inahurry, ‘They also said that sed to be a high range of mountains running east and west over there, but since the blizzard had been ed into the ritory and chose that route, the country was fast becoming level. I got my books and pencil ready to take ranchman comicbooks.com