Judge — June 18, 1887 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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Sage: HUM OF THE COURT. by a large woman put the whole philosophy ina few well connected words, “All right!" he said. “If anybody else hud crushed met Therv is man who talks incessantly about reducing the surplus, would have killed him ; but the injury. coming frum you, was quit . and as he weighs about 300 enjoyable.” pounds we can't blame him. The Dansville Breeze is puzzled to know how the skin of a shad The negroes of Louisiana can be stretched so tight without having some of its bones come through S believe that to killadovetsa That isn’ ys “sa miracle. . sign of death. Itcertainly is tot Civilization has not progressed so much that a dog Gyht fails to draw all the men in the neighborhood to it; but we have the consoly It is alleged that a goose tion of knowing that all the women turn pale and go the other way lives fifty years ; but that, 2 we suppose, is merely evi- When the president says to Dan ** That one doesn’t count.” it may be supposed that he refers to hiscollection of trout ; but Mrs. Cleveland. dence that the family prefer ducks. : Brother Keely has now finished his motor, unts for the recent cyclone in a queer world. Did you ever know a man five fee who didn't feel likea giant or one six et high who didn't count hithself a dwarf ? Lillian Russell may be pardoned for wearing paste diamonds, but her experiment with that article of husband can never be overlooked. “You must grin ar it,” said the surgeon to his subject. We mp ise the mutter,” said the subject. “TIL bear it, but 1 vow I we grin.” Frank Frayne has a show that advertises wes ull through the summer put it is feared that the supply of horses: will run out. Here the lady who hasn't met the prince of Wales is not good society, Over there the inquiry is, ** Have you met the Hon, Mr. Cody And re- venge is sw 60,000,000 people 19,000,000 are chureh- members. That i pretty good percent iatiy as the Democratic party must and shall “0 Mail speaks of Minister Phelps its the great 2 Now that is not Mr. Phelps may have ambition, but he never sumed to be a toad. A contemporary tries to show that Lydia Pink- ham is good enough to be presented to the queen of ATIMAGARA, Engiand. We think not. As Lydia has been an Hacaaas.-- Carr's ale 2 : Vinrron_—= What do you charge for it Hackman. Visitor angel some she doesn’t move in her majesty It seems strange that Bulwer whipped his wife. One would think from the temper the lady ¢ her published writings that of the two . atural according to an exchange, a thing to be it was she that had the whip hand. h ndled with discretion, We have often thought of that. Indeed The late Mr. Disque, who washanged, we never meet nt, “Ifeverybody = Thon Ochiltree and ashewasthe without turning mi terested there hasn't been around and going u dissenting voice up to this writing. the other way. An Ohio paper speaks of Detroit as One Cincir a sleepy city on tke Canadian fronti That is infernally mean, Detroit five buckwheat not so sleepy that she doesn’t make a kes in that great deal of noise, especially when she 1 wimber of min- bs bs utes, and another nores ¢ h ate a pint of ice Rider Hs acconling to a re- cream in thirteen cent statement. will notbe 3Luntilthe — seconds. Cincin- 23d of this month. Rider has appar- “nati has had an ently been so busy writing novels that tm bition to be f= he has had to postpone his birthdays a Gown asthe great : : ! centre of pork and 7 little, but he will get there just the jnusie: but if these san experiments pro- After all, we must not hang women. cred it will be JUST THE THING. They have the privilege of eccentricity, SROWN. I spite ol Dracox Mascon" By thunder? Don't and death at their hands is a compli. Hele, merely ACTREas—" Any letter here for me from the cromped oem th re wigs look nat'ral Kke? TT jest step“ ‘ ake thecity of superior r them le at‘ral UM fest step be ied to with thank: heads of Europe inside and getone fort'ynthia. She's fextabout Ment to be responded to with thanks. —stomachic endur- """Tcner-exuuen—" No, but there are furty thousand ft ‘as bald as they make ‘em." The man whose corns were stepped on ance. you trom the bald-beede of America,” comicbooks.com