Judge — March 3, 1888 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE “MR. CROWLEY. AT THE PARK, HAS RECENTLY BEEN TAUGHT SOME NEW AND AMUSING TRICKS BY HIS KEEPER." —Duily paper. ART AND NATURE. Edith—*O, mami horrid-looxing beetl to look a Mamma— like that gold one you wear fora breast-pin, NO DOUBT. A philosophic reflection “Tt was a de terized speech us ‘silvern’; but it dumb one who boldly asserted that silence was ‘golden.’ what a monstrous, It makes weshudder Crom by smoking a Sixth-avenue cigar without becom tng il clothier, SOFTENING THE COMPLIMENT. ing attention toa rich widow. itt pred i pu grow more and more | xgerate, my dearsir!” exclaimed 'y muclt flattered. 1 Tet ussay—every other di Dar er few dat say a good name am bettah en wealth; but de mahjawity seem to be Doing the telegraph lineman’s act hus'lin’ aftah de wealth, A politician returning home from a Harlem caucus A BA-AD MAN. Jolesing—" W r why Gus § beat him at de kyards, Sam ? Smif—s Guess he'd lef his razzer at home, chile; an’ he knows I never do.” A NEW WRINKLE, “And what do you want with ten dollars, my dear ?” asked a kind aunt of her young nephew her wa’ so quiet like to-night, THE ARITHMETIC OF MENDICITY. tgs holds out her hands to a gentleman, ke pity on me, sir, T beg of you: Thave fifteen children to support.” Fifteen ¢ Why, then the must be able to do for himself.” Oh. sir. the poor darling is only Oh, yes T ean wn the business, and he'll let me ular price. HE DREW THE LINE. “Are you opposed to the custom of clergymen kissing the ladies the asked a petticoated crank, w! ting signatures to a petition to depri Awe oldest six THE DRESSED-MEAT TRAFFIC. Passeuger—"T thought you carried hogs on freight trains So we do.” Then how do you ac: w ahead lunching on All your dr Conductor Parweng count for that fell QUITE UNNECESSARY, An absentaninded fellow the other ‘ry called on Brown. He was out Hol son not better leave me your name 2 9 ed the servant Oh Mio it isn rth while: Brown Knows who Tam.” an nebbah er good doe yor ant trabblin’ by rail. Sour share in money Ma. MoxevPexsy will be very stall, w ch mine rity ¢ in brains.” S Pretty good ilew. oth of its osculating perquisites, as the reply; I didn't mind the minister kissing my bri It was only when T caught coming to house twice a week t tinue the pra tice that I began to object.” THE NEWSPAPER HISTORIAN. What kind of a writer are you, Mr. inquired Miss Snyder. I'm a posthumous author, my dear,” . when ever a prominent man dies I write ficti- ; ious aneedotes about him.” Monessen : ae Blutf widout scrappin’ ef you kin— but bluff. Your share comicbooks.com