Judge — April 7, 1888 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE BLACK HIBERNIA. Tse been thinkin’ mighty hardly, En Ise ¢ med up mah mind Dat de colored poppellation “x got squeal. ‘so ser many Irish comin’ lere 'victions ‘crost d charnee fer coons ter git a Tse disgusted wiv de status Ob sassi’ty in dis town, An’ Tse done a’most a settled on de fac’ Dat a man may be aschollard, preacher, en a sage, nt C nuttin’ ef he's brack. lowed s« tate ed coon-dog fer a pig: commisher of deeds; Be th’ powers! Oi am growin’ purty big! SHE WAS A CHRISTIAN SCIENTIST, AND YET— 7 re. L believe I get heavier y day. [shall soon be u ‘ome up those stairs at all “The lecture was lovely, Jolin; | do wish you would take the course. You would soon be rid of those rheumaticky fancies of count the flesh as nothing. Every sensation is only the thought “How cold it is in here! What made you let the fire all get down? Hand me my felt slippers, and then tell Jane to bring me some hot tea and toast. [Tam quite worn out from combining so much mental and physical . SOMEWHAT MIXED. Mr. Oldthimes had been talking with a rather ancient college chum about the days when they ‘rode the circuit” in the pursuit of their pastoral duties. Th xt day was Sunday, and the le The sins of the fathers shall be vas upon that enlive ted upon the children,” COVERED INIQUITY. se me for calling at your hunch 1 the question of tectotalisin, at, I believe ein lontr). my halt Bawarnorn< just landed)—"Mine brudder but, py Chim? dey vos find no bud Pressing engagement, you know. This my What was the teacher's horrified amazement when the minister's little son sa don't care if. it is wie him and Doctor Pi day, and they just I just wish one of pa’s sins would descend on me. [ I'd like to bea jolly cireus-rider just like ‘y were. T heard ‘em telling all about it yester- fast trotters and daisy fun, I tell you now.” WELL-EARNED REST. Bobley (to the wit of the club) —" Don’t you feel well, Gagley? 1 saw you so dull in my life.” uy Fact is, my boy, this is Saturday, and I'm just taking EVADING OPPRESSION. ne von tipaboud derS ven T vos thinsdy sot A PECULIAR KIND. Smith, who was of a compassionate turn of mind, felt disposed one y to sympathize with Simpson, who had married a red-headed ter- igant. He had begun a string of condolences when the latter inter- y, my dear boy, there's nothing the matter with my better. * repeated dumbfounded. of course ; an THE LESSER EVIL. She (dabbing his fore- head with a bit of : soaked in cologne) — “ Do you feel any better, dar- ling?” He(groaning)—*'Thanks, no, Would you mind leav- ing me a little while?” She—“ No, indeed, dear. Tl go down to the kitchen and ask cook to show me how to make you some nice little d He (anxiously) — ** Oh, no! Please stay, I had rather you would. Idon't mind it very much, really.” comicbooks.com