Judge — December 18, 1886 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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Hiape: THE MODERN VESTAL VIRGIN. A SAD CASE. She suw upon some avenue >, the subject Ro- ve seen it, too, | aang, unt able woman | Holding a seiv a Supposed to hold or not ‘hold And not O happy Then she L write of, too, essayed ‘Lo prove herwlf as good a ve nd timorously the test was m With which not all would t nd stood outside at the por- cherous circle high, Half full of the uns No drop leaked through Said, ** their way : sneering, half a dozen Among themselves loud whispering say, + That water's frozen ALMONT BARNES, THE PRESIDENT’S BAGGAGE. Hakpesen wretcn (fo kind Christian soul iho has been religiously terestling with him for an hour)—" Yes: what you says is werry tru A poor old postmaster, who Tid departed this life, slowly bent his [feels meek an’ ‘umble, an’ if you had on jew o° terbacl way up hill to the gate of heaven. He knocked at the gate timidly, and St. Peter called out to hin “Who are ye thin ?” (for St. Peter spoke illigant English.) “Shure Pina postmasther from New York » work wonders, “Well,” said the boss, “if a Tammany bird can't fool St. Peter eh theory BY day FI eat my hat.” ; wid ee! alive » he told the postmaster to get on his back and he marched up to HIBERNIAN INGENUITY. it's “the prini-| ME cent Be shows dent Tinsel) Who is that 2 suid the saint. weteepectit’ | «eh, its only some of the president's bagiaage: he thought hed av time for masthers,” The poor old fellow was very. xd, for SAYLES DE LACY, ET AL. hedidnt know where to sleep x sere ¥ plain that night, and | How Idermen get comp! gain he slowly : in some cit Y berth. iruiiged down : ronownthe L the e the hill ¢ the cash from 7 to A, i ount it back the A & wa: IF they're caught & jailed and hailed, Then” Canada Q safety’s nailed. ter quickly opened the gate, the boss shot his burden ing. “There, Pether, there’s some of the prisident’s baggage for you.” seul with a} shiny hat and | & asked him who 5 he was and if he could help : him Loo Sad and disconsolate, full of unrest. : % an Rueful, heart-broken, and sorely distressed, He said he ‘ Sit I and ponder here. deep in i Fortu + frowned on me—fi Fortune that smiled such a short time was a Tamma- ny boss, and would be de; lighted to help 4 of everything, pl the postmaster < Left me here cringing. the ghost of myself. as well as he ‘i 2 could, Th Why did she. how could she r. postmaster) | a ~for sure trap there was laid— said he could. f / © i 's dupe that Il am— wt get irte Mrz M—* Och, Mrs. McGinnis! that’sa purty foine | yes the CHARLES STOKES WAYSE hat yez have on yer } president was Mrs. McG It is that, Mrs. Muldoon; Pat's tall hat expected that The only man I ever met who could beat me on the tramp was 4 and me rid summer fan fur ther decoration, evening.