Judge — June 18, 1887 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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ape: TRULY LIBERAL. The French courts WARNING. nected o Dinos Erode was a maiden un have decided that hus: me And her manner all attractive drewa bands havea legal right host of suitors toward her ; to investigate their Yet for something that knew not she — wives’ correspondence, “T won't open your men, a score or more, adored her. ~, a Guibollard to his wife after hearing the news. Id hope not, > quite t shad rough, So in solitude alone she seemed to have her heart's desire, And a blessing came upon her plentitude unstinte¢ But alas ! though dreams poetic set am- bition all afire, She destroyed her reputation with the verses that she printed, ails to msola- itha Nay, you must have nothing but postal cards sent you. I have at least the right to insist on that.” WHAT HE LIKED, ohn, you aoe tik high bonnets on me, do you? Husband Wife—* How | Hushand—“Not toex- ceed four dollars,” it may eland, ‘Thus she breathed an ode to sunset in o’er-fanciful iambics To the golden day-o vast light she so a And a song up-gushing from her heart wildest dithyrambics, down her pen contented, UNcLR Sttan—" Wi T wonder what's the next thing ya th” progean NOT SO GOOD, AFTER ALL. Bilkins —** Bickle with you. He sa WHAT BOTHERED HIM. First editor—* Don't mind what the whipper-snapper Coyle says. He won't injure a hair on your head.” Second editor—*It isn’t my hair I'm afraid of; it’s my life.” is very angry s you have been m that have name very highly.” Bagley —"* He does? Well, T don't. HIS WEEKLY MOVE. nd have York?” asked Thave it on three notes learned not to prize it at a “Do you live in) Merritt. Y replied Rednose, with a wicked wink of his left eye, * it on Sunday, when I reside in New MEN ARE SO SELFISH ! “Why so asked “T just saw a shooting star and didn’t want to speak until T wished sonethin H u're just as mean as you can te! Why did you not tell me and then we could both have wished to- ether.” silent, George ¢” she CONSIDERATE. “Have you seen Brown lately?” “Not for an age. In fact, I've stopped spin near him since he lost UNFIT FOR SUNDAY DUTY~1. Pouce at ceit1n-Doon— now: shut this saloon up or we'll com doown theer and pull the bull lot av yez however, dining merly, you tingly with him or anging around his office.” * That's just it. I don't want to. make the poor fellow miserable. If he should see me around wh. know, it would constantly were A NEW INDUSTRY. Jones—** who is that magnifi- cent girl with the diamonds you just bowed to” you Brown cigarette-maker.” Jones—* What, the cashier?” knows r to be Indeed Brown »; she mdes the bicy- cleand pitches in the base-ball elub for their photos.” HE WAS THERE. Amatew (fishing for a compli- ‘sent)—~ Out last night, Mr, Squash? Squash— Yes; best home - brew performance Lever witnessed. Knew Hamlet would draw a bang-up good house. Were you there?” Amateur (scornfully) — there! Gooxl I play the Prince “Was I avens, man! didn't I UNFIT FOR SUNDAY DUTY—2. Voice vrom sxtow (tauntinglyy—" vou can und dry, ain'd ity” E always was reserved, collected, cooi; He asked no questions, made but few replies; So some considered him a perfect fool, And some as preternaturally wise. You vos cordially inwited to cum town off him of the time when he was better off” BOTH TIRED. Wife (3. a. m.)—" Itis very unkind of you, John, to disturb me at this unseemly hour when I have been making calls all da must be very tired.” Husband (just in)—'* Well, I've (hic) been makin’ “calls” all night, an’ I'm (hic) tired, too. The fust choice of er man fur any offis is allus hisself, She sits in such a pose of grace, So calm and statue-like her face, So polished, smooth and white her skin; Would she my project ¢ in, From life I'd give her her release And set her ou my mantel-piece. comicbooks.com