Judge — January 29, 1887 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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Foxp PareNt—‘' I am 80 g] were becoming disgracefully straight.” Hui of the Court. Baby Battenberg is so sweet; but he's so English, you k It would be quite odd if Mrs, Lamar didn’t want a second term too, | No Frenchman can look upon a picture of Bismarck without calling out with great vigor, * Where are the police?” The obstinacy of Grover's rheumatism was so pronounced that he conceived for it the most ardent admiration, Memphis Republic has the heading Society on the Bluff.” Let us hope that e not as bad as that. Henry George re s of the late J Stephens, Aleck v n, but his agraphs were nine columns long too. A Texas preacher says the world will ecnis| to an end in ten years. That's a good deal of latitude to give the Texas part of it, anyhow. A good many papers are complaining of the sawdust game, and really it has long seemed to us that the ballet ought to be ashamed of itself. Possibly the Utica Herald is right in its declaration that the Albany Argus has off moments of good sense, the more so as this is an off ye Miss E really believes they pable of civilization. Nothing could better prove the lady’s right to ine Goodale is teaching Indians, and in Mexico one night the rarity of the atmosphere. So- your vindication, Messrs. Sedg- wick and Manning. If there is anything more solemnly and mysteriously funny than the young woman with a mission it must be the young woman who can't get one, A Georgia man says he has seen a snake | forty feet long, with its back covered with gray moss. We suspect he lives in Atlanta, where they get it in jugs. Allen Thorndike Rice has gone south. After his experience with Cregan we should think 1, my dear children, to sce your tails in curl-papers, for really they he would want to stay there and grow down with the country. : The Utica Observer talks off warts. There is a wart in the eighth d of this ci We should like to have the man try his conversation on him. found a man who ‘There is no reason why woman should not do well whatever light employment is done | by man; yet we are pronounced in the opinion that when everything is submitted to her su- periority and man sits on the fence and whit- tles, contenting himself with that and whist- ling at the moon, the race will perish from the earth, ee Boston women say they ill go bareheaded ' if the men will consent not to go out betwee the acts. We never heard of anything half » mean as that; but this is a retrogressive world Somebody writes the Albany Journal thy he has unmistakable proofs that John Hay wrote ‘The Breadwinners.” If we were ig Colonel Hay’s place we should plead the sty. ute of limitations. The Cummingses arv a fine family, but the Hon. Amos finds it necessary to spell his mid. dle name with five letters, by way of discrin. ination against his eccentric brother who now in the penitentiary. A Mormon psalm declares that it is every Mormon wife's duty to assist her husband jo the possession of eleven concubines. Solomon didn’t go as far as that, but we must bear ia mind that he had more women. Mrs. Cleveland has learned that when the president says ‘‘Frances” he isn’t necessarily severe—it is merely his dignified way. And when you come to think of it, that is, in her case, a great deal of information. The Albany Journal misuses material for a fine poem in its brief prose mention of a drunken man who had “sagely removed his boots and stockings and stuck 1 a picket fence to warm them Mrs. Frank Leslie deserves all the goo things that aresaid of her; and as these average at the rate of five columns a day and are as hon est as they are complimentary. we consider the compliment the greatest that any lady ever received. It pleases the JupGE to learn that Albert Edwaru'’s wife plays the zither well; but time marches right on, and we should think she would want to substitute the clumsiness of her fingers for the lightness of touch and the lim berness of those: of her children.—Hah! By the way, is this musical instrument one that is played with wind? A FAMILY SMILE. Sxooxs—“ Your sister looks something like you.” Boaas—‘ Think so?” Sxooxs—“ Yes, there's something about you reminds me of her.” Bogas—‘‘ It may be the way I smile.”