Judge — July 23, 1887 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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10 Midge: CONEY ISLAND. Women and water and wind, Babies and baskets and beer, Children that run and shout in the sun, He: Old folks at rest in the shade of the pier ; Yes, summer is here. Blowsy, big girl with her beau Talks about taking a “ souse,” weight meres and ponderous peres Mopping their blazing brows, White, airy nothing, called beer, Yes, summer issurely here. Bow-legged man wading out, Bare-legged boys on the beach! Kittenish women who want to go swimmin’, Maidens who titter and shiver and screech When their little gnarled toes get wet: Yes, summer is here, you bet. MARCELL THE JUDGE'S E'S CH! ARGE. s. VERY CURIOUS. An exchange says that a leading lady of Elmira while splitting wood had the misfortune to chop off two fingers. That's odd. Two fingers of what ¢ IT WILL NOT 00, It is suggested by the Oil City Bliz- zard that Victoria, having made a stake out of the jubilee, come over here and dosome lecturing. Dear sir! isthe lecture platform a mere curiosity shop? A STARTUNG SURPRISE, A charge of shot drove off a gang of train-robbers in the southwest the other day. It is the first time the party attacked has learned that it can shoot too, and the knowledge ought to be of some value. WHERE HE FAILS, Mr. Blaine does not understand draw poker. That was demonstrated on board ship on his way to Europe. We ‘know not when we have b 80 disappointed ina public way. Still, he is a Republican. Politicians of that kind are necessarily unsophisticated. SHE VALUES HERSELF TOO MUCH. laying thelr wires underground. It is not wise for a man to be egotistical ; but may the Lord save us from the woman who goes to prayer-meeting for the purpose of taking to herself all the supplica- tions of the brethren for mercy and salvation. WHERE THEY WILL COME SHORT. It is thought that m: of the royal babies presently to be born will be called Buffalo Bill, with some discrimination, of course, as to the IT MADE A DIFFERENCE. Mencnaxt—'* This recommendation ts a good one. The Mr. Stone, says, * can vouch for his sincerity; be ts ax honest as 1 am,” On the ‘erengthot tat i bellewe Teal * A politician | I'm sorry, young: but this ie comimindation a ral: {perhaps you can get 80 for his AN INDUBITABLE FACT. The telegraph companies can count upon these citizens in thelr opposition to matter of sex; but with their cheap sur. roundings they will never be able to swing the lasso or the English lin guage with half the dexterity of the gentleman whose name they carry We do these things so much better here ! HE WILL GO SLOW, It is not to be supposed that Dr. Me- Glynn wants to destroy the Catholic church, however he may air his vathers just now. He is not a selfish man, and he doesn’t propose to destroy the means that he conceives necessary to his redemption. . HOW THINGS CHANGE! It is said of every man who has at tained distincti Why, atschool h was thought to be a fool ;” and the persons who say it generally do so in order to show that they—good, smart, little souls, who toddle along to noth: ing and pique themselves on its posses: sion—once had the honor of his ac quaintance. THE YAWNING BEECHER VACANCY. Dr. McGlynn, who 1s prominently mentioned for Beecher’s shoes, would fill the north-east corner of one of them admirably ; but it would be neces- sary to employ a guide to direct him out of their labyrinths whenever it became necessary for him to offic at the Plymouth services. THE UNSUSPICIOUS ANTHONY. Dan Anthony, editor of the Leav orth Times, published an acrostic which made him say in effect that he was a blank fool. We told Mr. Anthony many years ago that he could never expect to suc- ceed in life unless he made his sister Susan his silent partner. Nobody could fool that lady with any such transparent stuff as that, no matter if it had its foundation in the concrete truth, Coppa Cete ‘A FORLORN HOPE. “I've tried my son at everything, but be is absolutely no good; ister of Bm comicbooks.com