Judge — June 4, 1887 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Sages 7 id i. L Ove’ S VIGIL. wat I really tinks; fur Pll get upa list of me own, an’ Steve Brodie to a " at de top.” f, } Lea her. window for four long, First b.—" Holy smoke! I forgot all about de great jumper. I'l 5 Waltingtocatchoneglimpse other; Put him down instead of Cleveland. Cleveland am't no poplar man, On her window ledge T could see ny, event he is president; fur half de people didn’t vote fur him.” Pelcaniilg The first bootblack’s list is therefore as follows: ‘John L. Su \ As the night wind madeher curtain stir, Fatty Walsh, James O'Neill, Harry Hill, Buffalo Bill, Thomas Costi-. is e WF gan, James G. Blaine, Steve Brodie, Captain Williains, and Judges ~ d \ oa th The mellow light through the curtain soft Duffy and Hyatt. The second bootblack’s list is yet to be disclosed. - Came sifting, glimmering, over the way, ‘Ae ¥. ANDREWS. 1 - i And I thought how many a time and oft <a ee = ‘ ‘ My heart had gladdened at that bright A COMPROMISE. . : ray. John, I wish you would rock the baby.” os we é " . “What'll I rock the baby for ?” be HL she never Pome) Deen she tot mer “Because he is not very well. And what's more, half of him be- , Twait fora glimpse of her dear form? long’ to you and you should not object to rock him.” is ; Ere she closes in sleep those dear, dark eyes, Well, don't half belong to you ¢” t Will she lift her sash?" (for the night was warm.) “Well, you can rock your half and let my half holler.” y nents crept apace as Till the mystic hour was t times told, FAIRLY CAUGHT. Still no sign of the dear one's fa Jones—‘I say, Smith, have you got change for a tener?” For a fond * good-night,” as in days of old. ‘Smith—* Certainly, Jones—* Well, er—just lend me fiv But soft! She comes! My love! My sweet Tsnall see at last. Great Casar’s bones! They have shifted around, across the street, And given her room to old Bill Jones JAMES CLAREXCE DE "LEVEN MOST POP'LAR. ‘The following was overheard yesterday in the city hall park: Eira bootblack—** yy goin’ ter give four hun'red ¢ office dere fur de e’rrectest list of de ‘leven armen inde country. I’m goin’ in fur‘t. Ten nickels ter I'lleat me shirt ef I ain 't got a bully show ter win, ‘cause I 1 de biggest Second bootblack—* Whew! Four hun'red plunkers is a reg’lar fortoon. Who'll yer put on de list ¢” Eirst b— Yer can bet yer | life John L Sullivan ‘Il be on, » Bowery, an’ i ny Hl, on’—haw many’s ‘our; but yer ain't said Buffalo Bill yet, or } Hewitt. rst b.—** Well, I'll put Bill in; but Hewitt ain't a big enough man.” ‘Second b.—‘* Guess yer right; but ‘f he caught yer sayin it he'd knock de stuffin’ out er yer, an’ yer wouldn't get no more shines from him. Yer've got five now; who's de odder six ?” i First b.—** Mr. Costigan’s one. He’s de biggest journalist in de INGENUITY, city ar country either, Then dere’s Blaine an’ Cleveland; that’s eight. (oust Erizeri—" Mea no getta ‘way to Cona isle. Maka owna briyza."* | Who else would you put ?” HE FEARED THE RESULT. Horse-dealer—* Yes, that's a good hoss. He's got only one trick that I'm afraid he'll never be cured of.” Prospective purchaser—"* What's tha Horse-dealer—‘* Well, you see he sorter likes to take ahold of a person by the pants and hold ’em up. But you needn't be alarnred, he never does any damage.” Prospective purchaser—“ Yes, but you see I’m away from home a good deal, and my wife p eenerally attends to the horse. WOMAN'S GRACE. Dame Nature, trudging on her way, Once watched a woman throw a stone, Nor stopped to see it go astray, But, shuddering, began to moan. Second b.—'* Mebbe I'd put Cap. Williams. He’s pop'lar, but J don’t like him fur a cent. An’ p'rhaps I'd count in Judge Duffy an’ Judge Hyatt. That's ‘leven, ‘tit? But I'm blowea ‘f I tell yer Again she saw her splitting wood, The uncertain ax swung high in air, Then Nature turned from where she stood And hid her face in grim despi THE PRACTICAL SIDE. “You should try to conquer this taste for strong drink,” said a temperance advocate to a tramp. ‘‘ It will bring you t pad end, and J DONKEY PARTIES. the saddest thing in this world is for a man to die poor Mas. Bruurnost—" We don't have a donkey party every night, Mr Blank, but we should “Come off! irreverently replied the handened si * that ain't te pleased to see you any evening.” half as bad as to live poor.