Judge — November 5, 1887 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE “Mr. Skaggs,” said the president, ‘I did not see any intervie: the Clarion this week with the Hon. ro Bunklin.” Skaggs rubbed his chin and remarked that that fact need not con- demn his for there was e th “Can it be that a club of this e opportunity At this moment the janitor came in, and walking up to the desk whispered in the car of the president. With a solemn look he faced the audis nd siti: racter has let slip such an “Tam informed that all concerned in the attempted interview a in waiting in the anteroom, Task that no. irreverent remark or boist 18 Si; prise be evinced if their appea peculiar, ‘The pursuit of kn often attended with difficulties. A word I door and nd stood. ng audience nd pres was closed owas in that chromatic state wn artists as the hand-painted ug.” His cheek on the opposite side was swollen so that it hung down on his coat- to smile and loc 2, but he looked as if he w Hi arkins stood fully on Wilkins. haired youth the dude in the had on a coat split completely up lar and held together by a base! Smythe, the obituary poet, had his 1 shaved gnd covered with elocutionist, had hiss right arm in a sling. the row, was the only m id the » re the we t the head q a red- rlub, who posed n Maginnis, at the foot of oO seemed unhurt, ident, ** what does this mean ?”" srnon ¢ Let medie with him !" screamed tte Pinkerson fell into Bostie! ms. Bosti e for art, a fet male voi “This is too muc said but remove Miss Pinkerson to the anteroom,” , gentlemen, sit down me one tell the b about this interview. Did the hotel or was it struck by light- g, or was there an earthquake while you were there? You are the worst looking lot of men T have seen in a year.” Wilkins, * perhaps you do not know the Hon. Nero He is built from the ground up like a house. He from a distance: se by he isadaisy. He was never interviewed in this world. sin the next we shall not hear of it. Thad heard of the cheek of New York reporters and so I dropped in about seven in the evening withour knoe the senator how he was. The window was open, and he just lifted me up and held me a moment suspended by the coat-t nd T found <iunder the wind split up the back * You dropped in ¢” stid the horror-stricken president “ T dropped into a pile of bottlesand tin cans ¢ gavel fell Stand down, sir!) Harkins, did you attempt to draw the senator T did,” said Harkin: but he drew me out, by one leg. x inches longer than the other, under the bed, wait gather items. when he saw my feet, and seizing one of them hesh w broom; and when he got through T told hi nd he said he guessed T had See, m Thad Sire, | was not cut out. At this moment the janitor came in, tid the president, De Jones, what ails your a gentleman should sumed my 4s parse was in his shirts ordial mannerand asked my busi+ f told him L would like Ins prohibition and a second term. He He wanted to extending for bed, and he seize He hung right onto my tand. 1 of the labor party: an hung right onto my hand. His pressure was warm, know if there was an asylum in the v nd if so were not the attendants careless in letting so many patientsrun around nights. He still squeezed my hand. [told him I would retire, but he still held my hand. He ssid he liked sociable people and then he squeezed my -d the president said De Jones as he It was swelled up like all the hand [ took in the ut of the sling and held it up to knoe Most worthy ith the . They nodded assent. * ick wa J i Bra and Smythe was trying to. throught the transom. ‘The great man thered Bos- in through the window and pulled the transom. He then we gloves and ach of them a pair and proposed to nlittle fun, He ste; and called me in to call isabadm tell it.” have ped to the door e and hold the from away hack, ‘e in about two This teeth on Smythe d ood des- him. His head went into the we had to unwind his legs from around his neck. While T was sponging MY he said he did not know there was 1 lively little town in Western New After [had helped Bostick and Smythe down stains hi ted me to come back and put on the gloves. I declined. But Thad a smoke with him, and had an interview. He said he would invest some money in the town, and [ told him we He isa royal good fellow, and Like him: n was that he was afraid there were minutes and then loos needed a hospital just now. All he said about the eamps in town, said the president ina sad tone short time, th Skaggs, do you have boy suid who threshing machin see enough in y to publish 2” e; the next Clarion will merely say, *The Hon. ur new and commodious hotel during the n last week, and appeared toadmire thescenery about usand expressed admiration for the enterprise and public spirit was on busin f entirely out of politic: THE OLD PROFESKOR. A LONG FELT WANT. “The man who invented those metal-toed shoes was the best friend the school-boy ever ” commented old Brown, o, he wasn't, pa,” replied little Johnny, who had been whipped thatday. ‘ The school- boy w ea friend until © invents a pair of metal- seated trousers.” some « It is st that the colored people have never taken kindly to the game of football when they should know they are just He is built from the ground up like a house. built that way. comicbooks.com