Judge — March 31, 1888 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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RESUMPTION. Now off with penance And ashes of rue ‘They were never meant For such as you. ‘The sack-cloth for men: The silks, the curks, The velvets, the ribbons Were made for girls This glow of flowers, ‘This burst of sun, ‘The bells that ring, And the brooks that run, lad gods iF arrows to play — And no danger at all Of pneumonia De man dat can't git a ha ‘Tween heah an’ dar Dar er nuffin cheapah er mo’ pleasin’ da De bes’ watah comes fom de well dat am dipped de mos’, adollah, but am on’y exalicise toe tin’. se'f-satisfaction. Hit breaks de back toe sa one toe hit. Ef ev'ry soothsayah war a prophet we ud all know w’en an’ w'at toe do. De saplin's dat yo! ud cut fo! whips it ansah” yo" gran’son fo" house-tim: tT call a dilemma am hol'in’ a at by de hawns wid no fence at a man dat wants toe git hones’, De man dat am fon’ ob seratch me an? TM serateh yo wants ve atch fust. ah ob no. doan’ know dey doan’ need a lookin’. De man dat his all on faw- chune aftah one loss ain on'y earryin’ out de spirit ob de chile dat in angah breaks all hits toys aftah one dun bean broke by accident J. A. WALDRON. unt toe doze dat A blin’man ONE WAY TO KEEP LENT. Jones met Brown. The latter's face was long enough to reach from here to Liverpool, * Well, dear boy, it's all over. I get married ina fortnight aN But people don't get married in Lent; what are you thinking about?” “Yes, they do—as a penance Yeform)—* To what do you Toxo-anmep Scapsey ™ Pocket-pi JUDGE THE DIAMOND EDITION DREADFUL'S APRIL FOOL. t ben ‘) in’ in fur this; an’ L got there with both feet, fur I belonged to the tribe of Eli, did. Early in the mornin’ par riz frum hisdowny couch—aw’ it wuzn't so downy as you might think, fer I filled it full of cut hoss hair the night afore — an’ pulled on his trousers. Somcone'd gonean'sow- ed the legs shut. Par he wuz balanced on one leg. When a man is need on one leg with a pair of tronsers what have grown shi he is in a hefty ticklish . Par wuz, He rammed his foot into one leg—an’ mar, she got right up up par’s nose with st iw’ save an’ embrycated the lump what hi on his skatin’ par! lost his balance went jus’ biff into the whot- not loaded with jim- cracks. That's wot skinned his nose rized the bump on his ven'rashun, While mar wuz patehin’ upp I went down to the kitchen where Burdalia wuz turnin’ griddle cakes.‘ Burdy,” sez 1, yer coz, the me mouthed Mick, turnin’ the corner.” ILLUSTRATIVE REPLY. Rev. Ma Riowren (securing material for hia great work on prin tribute your present position” peaking from the bat t The hived girl n I jist inserted some pieces of felt Td pile of se Bur of his heart) — FROM FLATFOOTEDNESS TO TIPTOE. Ticker-acest— Move along, sonny Pasaxxonn— What's that, young fellert!:™ de a rush fur the front gate, an’ an ole hat ‘tween par's kes. ‘Yer a spalpeen,” s she came in. ‘* Me coz “Oh, T thought T saw him,” sez Tas meek as you please. 1 never see griddle-cakes like par did th: on’y he put lotsan’ lots of syrup on . It wuzhis fun ‘if a person can derjist felt-hats m fur his stumack must be li boiler, Then I made sum. pei an’ when the poor little ried to sneak ‘em from the sidew larfed till ma me an’ larruped 1 a bed-slat. When n said he: “Jas is right; I guess you better hunt the hen’s nest fur eggs. That wuz one of par's ole rackets; he would be a boy fur all. I jammed my cap over my ears—an’ then I cried. I never ery ‘less I get hit. I wuz. Par had gone an’ filled my cap full of “lasses That's why I've swored off playin more April-fool j No KELLER APPROPRIATE EASTER GIFTS. The ball-p The toper—An ege- The miser— The golden es. ‘The lover—A duck-egg. The lecturer—A bad egg. ‘The labor agitator—A wind egg. any Of “ pictures in the fire” the poets tell: We only see them when the grate draws well. comicbooks.com