Judge — March 17, 1888 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JODGE SEASONABLE RECIPROCITY. HE walks are smooth as polished glass, Humanity to As sweet Belin es forth to do. ping. arth isdropping, winsome lass, little shop- fly her feet toward the sky: s passing sad, you must all What “Augustus, had I but your trou he drops—ah ! who can tell ing of that cushion-muscle, Or doubt the vigor of that yell : “A kingdom for Belinda’s bustle !” Toumy pop, DURING THE A BIG “These old poker stories, with big jack-pots and other chestnuts, make metired,”said Dumley, wearily. ‘‘ Why, boys!” he went on," » played a game of cards for a hundred and fifty thousand dollars!” 1 crowd whistled and one of them—a very young man—asked: Was it poker, Mr. Dumley?” <o,” replied Dumley ; “it was solitaire.” RECESS. A TRIFLE HANDICAPPED. Brown—Robinson, will you take something?” Robinson— ; I'm just going to dinner.” Brown- 1 appetizer ¢” ive cents in my pocket and t amount will cov WORSE THAN DISEASE. Brown—*"V'm sorry to see you've got rheumatism again, Dum- Now, I can tell you what will cure it. Take twenty grains Duntey (writhing with rheumatic pain)—"* Rheum fellow ¢ Why, I haven't got rheumatism !" sm, my dear Mid bie rN Ms CAREFUL OF THE CONVENTIONALITIES, te preparing for the Yithy— I yez has left ¥* Everythin’ else am ingaged walk, befor O/'ll shtraddie a rabbit wid th' percessin’ route BRONCHO BILL--A PRAIRIE ROMANCE, water tribe, long we a 0 Bill, The Cow-Puncher, plead for thine "and refuse him not But the scene was interrupted as little Cow-Puncher sat himself hack upon hisspur, and Minnie-Hot-Scotch escaped under the blue mist that settled front his remarks. A MORTIFYING CIRCUMSTANCE. Boston lady (to husband)—‘T was mortified today when Mrs. Bunker called, and so amazed at little Waldo !” Boston husband—* What did 1 Boston lady—* Why, Mrs. Bunke faint, and on my going to the closet for her to vered that Waldo. in the house GOING LIKE HOT CAKES. Friend (to young author)—"* How Charley 2” Young author—* It’s going off fast. I've al to give away most of the first edition to my Friend—" That had published, isn’t i Young author (bitterly is your book going off, ady been obliged nds. This is the first book you have “No, it's my 7 pe H. wencn, EVEN HOMER NODS. Let me depart, your honor, for this time and the place that knows me now will Hezekiah Hilltop unpunished save in mei know me no more forever. Judge Puffy—* No, Hezekiah. bed, who fixed his ey you must "— H. H.—* Pardon the interruption ; but Lyeurgus couldn't.” Judge P. (astonished)—"* And why not, sir!” H. H.—* Because he was a one-eyed man,” Judge P. (angered) en days or ten do Like Lyeurgus upon his death- »s upon his friends and bade them farewell, De h'aht promp’s a-man, de way out. good wuds dat git stuck in de gullet on comicbooks.com