Judge — March 31, 1888 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE GROWN COOL. OOD-BYE — ** Good-bye” — ** Good bye”—Their hands Cling close, and closer still. He sighs—she sighs—and unde, stands, As onl. The sil Look out, anc women will, it words, that from his eyes upplement his sighs. * We'll meet again, I hope # ** Oh, yes! must! kind. TU miss you so!” guess We You've been most * Well, you can The heaven I leave behind. The city has no charms for me While you are lingering by the sea.” They met again, A stalwart arm She clasped, and seemed to claim; iss Blanche!” he breathed. V Lean't recall your name She said: “ your fa ms quite well-known. Ah. yes—Smit! MALAPROPOS. Chairman of committee of presentation—" In tendering to you this brilliantly plumaged bird, only recently torn the perfume-laden bowers of its Amazonian ivity, I wish to say, in your parishioners, earnest hope is that he may cheer and en- liven your home, prove an object of interest and in struction to yourself, your good wife and children, and with his merry ways brighten and entertain the parsonage years to come.” Parrot (who listening attentive “The h— from been Amateur pher (te “Hit Tsay, my friend, hold on for a minute be. photogra- a drowning man) ber give me, won't h fore you go down for the How cool ‘tis grown.” ith smiling charm, Docron. Pattest Docto Patiest. BETWEEN SCYLLA AND CHARYBDIS. EInathan, but that is hardly the T know it, but nary one of these «1 ‘A SUFFERER FOR PRINCIPLE, Why, the skin's all worn off your tongue. ‘rom hard work, sor.” possible! a labor agitator. How did that happen?” Are you a sword-swallower HELL-GATE GLORIFIED. klasses that your French dog-rob- Miss Brimmer (of Boston, homeward bound on Fall-river boat)— “What a lovely island! Those old stone castles and velvet lawns are simply entrancing. Do the Van- derbilts and Astors sum- mer there?” Kedgeley (of New York, who her mother and herself his hands)- that’s Black- well's island, where the” Miss Brimmer—* Oh! I remember. How inter- esting! And isn’t the dear old Dutch Purgatory Stile near here somewhere?” FORCE OF HABIT. Park policenan—" Git off dat grass dere! Park commissioner ~ about) — ‘* Report last time. You're doin’ the make just one more exposure h struggle splendidly, and I want to sir! Aren't you ashamed ‘to use such language when in uniform?” Policeman—**Xeuse ine, boss; slathered ‘f I know'd ‘twas you, was only ‘pointed y. Been a keeper fur tree years Ward's istind luna EXAMPLE IS CONTAGIOUS. THE pAY—"Salute when you see an officer or Pll put you in the At the barracks five minutes later. Hion-raivate Coxsons--" Tek yure hat clane off yez phin yez see an Irish sojer, yez shnake:* comicbooks.com