Judge — October 23, 1886 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Midge: HICKORY—DICKORY--DOCK ! BUSINESS. — . Mrs. Fitzgibbous — ] | What! that Hender- ICKORY-dickory-dock! Son in town again ? Weaatandwatehedthe | Where's he stopping ?° glock, Mr. Fitzgibbons | * With Dr. James, 1 be: lieve.” Mrs. Fitzgibbons — Him! Office ov house?” And heard the wind and the gusty rain ‘That shook and «patter: ed the window pai And the minutes passed WHAT HE WANTED. to the old refrain— = Hictoratictery awa: |, Slightly intoxicated individual (to ter) — “She're. Got quail on toasht ¢* | Waiter — - Yes, sir Wiekury—diekory—dock: Under that old.t! peck Milticent’ voice anu her face a0 far. Millicent’s eyes and her golden hair Finished a pltire rich ata rare indi “Yesh: Hickory —aickory dick + bring me all but the quail.” Hickory—dickory—dock! MET AT EVERY POINT. Atal Esaid, *Confound that clock! ¥ First’ farmer — “Think of getting Dan to work your farm, eh?” f hick d farmer — . COLORED PARTY—" Golly! deny ‘ere chickens nd _ fornia be painted so true to life dat dey run soon ax ino 63 | Yes, Dan isa good sort | Tyazed at de picture.” My noerowfal thonghta to moc lseveinsee keep up the sa song? it never wrong sob thro’ the whole night | First farmer—* But he can’t run a farm for sour apples.” . | Second farmer—" Haven't got a sour-apple tree on the whole place.” Hickory —dickory—dock! Atone hy that measley clock Millicent’s father softly came TOO READY TO CONTRADICT. Avil booted im wind and rain: Rab docs And still * Look here, Pat,” said a gentleman to his servant ; ‘when I left the room a moment ago there were six dollars lyingonthetable. — The eres. | money i 1 were the only person who could have taken it.” i yer honor ; an’, beggin’ yer honor's pardon, ye made a misthake. It wuz only foive dollars ye lift on the POSTROPHE TO THE OCEAN. A SUFFICIENT EXCUSE. With Seismic Interjections of Eruptive Byrorisms. *Tean't stand it any longe claimed an a ‘oung. lad n, old fellow! for many reasons |” Whenever T meet that Purseproud girl in’ the street she turns up her do T remember thee. For once upon Nose at me. WAHT pay Uae ae out a vu shouldn't blame her for that, my dear,” said Mrs, Obsequi- pewe-boal'to treats Ann to a) 00s in extennation, “For you know the poor was born with a sight of thine un e depths, PUg nese. and lo! I deposited $2 with theskipper | ~ rm ae and vowed to return for my luecre. HARD LUCK. ~~ bat thy Vous out of our ligszinges 1 could not find my wi and Tlovt my $2. And I left the be mel wink nd we sat near thy shores, as. we do now ; [have my holy w gray, ase that’s the color of | f holy, because sad to see the result of the sque Roll r] 5 pocean, roll! Oh, anywhere away from m athed me in thy bysm. and I swallowed no end of dirty water, tinctured with balm ofsea-weed and the remnants of a chicken dinner that some one poured into thee. And Teame unto the stomach-pump with a howling groan, yelled fe n emetic and Brown's ¥, Why, old man, [love can sometimes see thy fac mie to Cones"s coral strands | got through collecting tie But all for love of thee! y. th maments which thunderstrike the wallsof rock-built cities, are nothing to th thou causest bender; for then thou makest a fellow feel as if green apples were a luxu nda genuine attack of colic a pleasure | beside thy rude awakening. For I howling to the gods. and my n thy playful spray ! But never mind. Many a time I've fished for shiners in thy deeps with a piece of top-cord, and have I not hi under the dock to steal yon the watehful policeman on the 4 y joy was on | preast to be borne, like a brick, down ‘A Time writes no re brow, but, by Jupiter! thou art so abused of thou'rt aliveat all, Tacta! N.M. LEVY. Hunting th jar button, e comicbooks.com