Judge — June 26, 1886 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE. AGAINST ANARCHY. | wid arrums, an’ soon they'd kill all the polace| 4 YOUNG ANARCH ON THE OTHER ARKS, —_— | —God save us!—an’ make all the artistucker- ———— E worruld comin’ to, Mrs. | rats on Fift’ avenoo shell out an’ divide their] ‘The long-suffering youth came in from the O'Flanigan?” inquired Mrs. Hooligan as the | property wid him an sich as him.” Sunday-school hungry and savage and too late two ladies were seated in the kitchen of the| ‘*The saints be betune us an’ harrum!” for dinner, and while he dug into the cold castle on the rocks at Fifth avenueand Ninety-| ‘* He moight as well have flung a ded cat in ns of the mince pie he poured out his some street, overlooking the peaceful pig and | me faca; for it’s mesi ves on Fift’ ave- ents on the ark question : “There was ring the antics of the billygoat. noo, an Oi flatther mesilf that Oi'm as gud as ah's ark, and they wanted you to tell n “To an ind, Oi'm thinkin’,” answered the | annybody, Nora darlir how old he was, and when he died and where practical Mrs, O'Flanigan. | “It's yersilf that’s betther than most, Biddy | he was buried, and how many children be; “ Not in our time, Nora darlint. But they’s | dear.” | him, and whi s their first name. An then quare things that do be happenin’ these days.| ‘**You black-faced, beer-swillin’ baboon,”| come the old patriarchs, and a fellow had to Phwat div yez think should hav’ come here | says Oi to him, ‘div yez think that Bridget) tell how many cubits was in them long and yisterday afthernoon but a dirthy Dutchman, Hooligan, as come av the O'Connors, would | broad, and when you was through with that wan ay thim bottlenosed Bohaymians?” livver be afther dividin’ as much as a dime av! they fetched out the ark of the covenant, the “Is that the Bohay _ : _ hardest ark of the that the tay comes ——— wholo lot, and the from (” more you got it ex- “That the beer ; . plained the more you comes from more like, J C l wy didn't know anything judgin’ by the shmell ZY, pao? 4s YY" g about it, which if av the craytur. An’ f yng < they don't soon let up phwat div yez think < Yih, Uy é on their arks a fellow the blaggard wanted (RS WHT would a blank sight here? He wanted to / better go with Bill see Misther Hooligan, L Dis Buffalo and see some he said, to be taught Mj Us , fun out "— the bist way av usin’ i Z Here his learned sis- dinnamoit, he did. as y é Z } a 4 ter, just from Vassar, “* An’ phwat have ; 5 } soothed Georgie yez to do wid din 4 ? 2 gently warned moit ? says Oi to hi Vi Sa A ZL Wi, that with such antare- ‘It's niver the likes ; ae : tic views he could av yez that's been zs never hope to become throdden undher fut p one of the world’s by the bloodhy Sax- \, y f u great architects. ins, an yez had bet- j —_ ther lave the dinna- [ 4 FASHIONS VARY. moit to thim as nades 4 i MY PALETTE LOVE. 4 ae it’ ° y ai Mrs. Brown (ay “He tould me that With sienna I painted your hair, ing down the paper) he wanted to bu’st up Your tresses so silky and soft; - —'I see the lov the gov'ment, he did art was enrapt by the perfumed air y floated women in K an’ ‘twas our own /, onren 20 Bre . found in Cherryvale ; gor'ment he meant, Your lips they were dainty and sw { and, strange to which I made him y Li I brushed in their crimson the wiles ; they never wear cor- awit vp to the same. My heart bowed down to your pretty feet H sets. How different Think av it, Mrs. ons ‘As I basked in your siren smiles. they must look from O'Flanigan, an’ m Rare eyes that were melting and sad, our northern women.” Dan like to be made wil, Blue, blue as the summer skies, Brown (disgusted) — an aldherman if he ee Ah, me! the poor artist never had “Yes, indeed. Up can git a license to A color for such paradise. 3 here our society a- open asalune on the y I painted your graces so rare; Z dies scarcely | wear corner !” I loved you—but women forget. 7 2 “The thafe av the To-night, to-night my loved one fair Z worruld !" ejaculated Is here—on my poor palette. Zs A WISE DECISION. Mrs. O'Flanigan, Pa a “Jist phwat Oi Y Z Jones (at break tould him he was, y s fast)—“ I will be home Nora darlint. ‘You y d ZY early to-day, my dear, poor black-faced fur- | : Z and we will go to the riner!’ says Oi,* Oi'll ( . Z Z theatre.” tell yez phwat to do. pas Mrs. Jones (elated) Jist wait here till Mis- Z — What's the play, ther Hooligan gits love ?” home, an’ he'll tache > Jones (undecidedly) yez all yez wants to —“Tean't just make know about dinna- : — "up my mind, so I'll mot in liss than no time.’ | her property wid the ez? Oi'll tache | leave it to you to decide. There's a fine wal- “Will he do that ? says the Bohaymian. | y ind av dividin’ they'll Le, an don't] stic drama of seven acts down town and a “**Sure an’ he will,’ says Oi. ‘He'll ram | yez forgit it.’ id that Nora darlint, Oi| comic opera of two acts up town.” about half a pound av it down yer gullet, an’| wiped up the flure wid him till it shmelt likea| Mrs. Jones’ (anxious to keep him sober) — thin he'll walk over yez till yez wouldn't know | brewery, an’ then Oi sint him whirlin’ down | “Oh, let’s go to the two-act one, my dear.” if it thundered. That's phwat my Dan ‘ll do, | the path, an’ billy the goat shtruck him un- an proud av the chance he'll be.’ |dher the coat tails an’ kept buttin’ him as he ODE TO THE WIND. “Then the blaggard flared up an’ said that | randown thesthreet yellin’ murther.” BY A WOMAN. he hadn't come here to be jokin’, an’ that he| “It's right yez did, Biddy dear. We must} Providence sends the wicked wind was afraid Oi was on the side av’ the inimy. | look out for our own whin the sort’s about. ‘That blows our skirts knee-high; He tould me that his section ay the Interna- | The likes av him/ud beshtealin’ the pig if they| But God is good, and he sends the dust tionals—phativer that may be—was dhriliin’ | dared.” EDWARD WILLETT. That blows in the bad man’s eye. comicbooks.com