Judge — March 12, 1887 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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Siape: 9 T MRS. MALONEY’S. “And so, Mrs, Maloney, yez bin afther openin’ up a boordin house? Well, it’s a plucky woman yez are, to be sure, wid a house full 0° brats, to be undertakin’ of sich throubles, indade, in- dade.” “Ts it yez mane to be afther onsulthen me, Mrs. 2 McFlynn, by spakin’ of the Si 2 te we undthertaker in the same brith wid me boord ¢” “Ye misthake me intirely, Mrs. Malon ~ feel to be so insulthed Oi ma ellin’ yez that me husband ove ul loike—Pat Rooney a tellin’ o’ Johnny F n that the creepin’ things as wuzerawlin’ round an’ over him had bina in’ off his shirts fe yezc ita ‘mysterious disappearance’ intirely. Thin Johnny Flanigan spakes up and he say ‘Arrah! now, Pat, thim same creep things n ed off yez shirt Thim same is too much’ ingaged in y their thrade of phlewbottomy.’ “*And what moight that be ?’ says Pat. “*Blood-lettin’,’ reploies Johnny. “Inds ow, Mrs. MeFlynn, it’s widout sareasty that I'm sayin’ it’s an auctioneer yez ort tobe, so glib are yez a cryin’ off sicind- but senc well be heerd er ashirrut Rooney but the wan on his in the landry; and, by the one around, av coorse, kes it me bizness to RESIDENT OF SKA! shirruts, | open all the drawers and thrunks of me boord- | ers ivery so Oi can be sure nothin’ is af- ther bein’ takin’ from thim. It’s moi duty, Mrs. McFlynn, it’s moi duty, to go to all that throuble; and as for me boord, no one kin be havin’ betther, for shure me brats, as ye call thim, git the scraps from the best iv houses ivery day, so in faith Oi can say ‘tis of the best und purrest-class in ivery respict. As fer the blood-lettin’, the bottomy, I knows nothi whatsumever about. Shure the beautifool purple color on his face and nose is a thrue affidavit to that loi, Mrs. MeFlynn, as thrue an affidavit as the stringth of yer breath is to the quality of Barney O'Harrigan’s whisk) RA MARBLE. PLENTY OF SLACK. “Do you think Mrs. Miller's dress reform will ever become popular?” asked an inquisi- tive young lad. |,” was the reply, “it’s hard to say to / what extremes women will go, but if the di- | vided garment ever comes into vi the queerest looking thing you e } on.” “How so? graceful simplicity. | “That's what Mrs. Miller proposes, but the women themse will want the trousers made big enough behind to pu bustle in,” er set eyes | HE COULD USE THEM. “ What are you going todo?” asked a Har- |1em woman of her neighbor, Mime, Rogers, the wife of a tailor, who had a club it: her I | he comes home,” replied the ir “Yes, I've heard John say he needed them badly. ATELES—‘* What in heaven's name have you got on, Jac! WITH ALL HER FAULTS | LOVE HER STILL. It’s true she writ Puts in two “t's ascrawly hand, where ne would do, And spells “dog” with an extra “3” it wili be | But not a girl Is half so dea 1 this wide land and very few One-tenth as sweet as she to me. I thought it was a model of | pear thin “They wa “Them's mes says “ T seen,” 's not,” or “S Eut she is still n Whose And will be y Some say Would ui ¢ r Though gi “Tim going to give my husband fits when | sty Jove ix hambome, heart-l for many years. d, and I is deaf also, that love mi sweet and shy t of our love you'd know? only five and I'm her dad. you; ‘8 good"—harsh to re to mine most true, sand spelling bad, MARK BENNITT. Jack—T'm going down to New York for a day or two, and have prepared myself for the early spring weather dowa there.”