Judge — October 8, 1887 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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BUZZ SAWS. A strong point—Hunter’s Point. It takes & mighty small cloud to hide the sun, Money flies pretty fast, considering that it has no wings. A cobbler is not necessa- y , although he is s pegging in. me people are so sensi- tive that they seem to have corns all over them. * A lazy clerk sometimes becomes industrious when he gets in business for himself. To pretend that y younger than you are is like trying to beat the govern- ment by dropping an un- stamped letter in the box. INNOCENT CHILDHOOD. The author of little Louis’s being, a precocious youngster of tender years, went on a journey. The day after his depart- ure Louis's mamma said to him at bedtime: * And now you must pray to the good Father to send papa back soon.” “Oh, no, mamma! mustn't trouble the Father with that. We must send a telegram.” CAN'T HELP HIMSELF. “Ts it true that the He- such an abhorrence of hog-meat ?” asked Cora. replied Miss Snyder, “itis part of their religion. A Jew ‘ham’ except when he ing hi 3 ON THE Cox. —" Here come the Van Amringes, Harold. You renember we met them at Narragansett. Shall I bow" Mn. Dexsvapr—" Decidedly not When Van Amringe pulled me out of the watah after that beastly cramp, y* know, he was cad enough to get mad when I asked him which Turkish bath estab- Ys ahment he was employed at in the city.” wring his throat.” PROMPTLY ANSWERED, ‘Weany proestaiax—" Ob for a shower! This dusty weather takes all the pleasure out of traveling.” Ho got tt. 5 A PUZZLER. Miss Lilly was teaching Master Charley manners “When you do anything that annoys any one you must say, ‘I beg your par don.” “Yes,” interrupted Master Charley, “that’s “all very well, but what do you sa when people are rude to you! “T don't. know,” replied Miss Lilly, embarrassed “Oh, I know!” said her young pupil. triumphantly. “You say, ‘Go to thunder!” REFLECTIONS OF A MOS- QUITO. My best friend is the bald- headed man, Like a ball player I often go out on a fly. Tam what the small boy calls a humni The hand of every man is some time or other raised against me. Some of the pretti in the world have mash me. Many a girl who has had a as blamed her trouble to me. While not as wise a owl, [am more fly than the industrious ant, Like the wandering J who left devastation where he went, I arouse a great deal of bad blood. The mosquito is the most religious of insects. He chastises the wicked man who goes fishing on Sunday.