Judge — April 21, 1888 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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SUDGLE JUDGE'S PHOTOGRAPHS. "THE FAIR ROHEMIE! She wears the oddest made of coarse and stuffs, and with repugnance bitter shuns a trace of frills or fluffs. She walks the muddy thor- oughfares with hypocrites and prudes in an aimless kind of manner, and in moods, heaf of crumpled pamphlets or a musty, heavy book at her rigid elbow, fastened in an agonizing crook. She has half the lan- guagesand uses them with in a manner that would make parrot sneeze. She lives in faded parlors and she dinesat table d’hote where ! a shoddy waiter helps her = ~ Hl with her h i coat; but the way Aig 4 r the butter with a Jug APloroagarhient plated knife is enough to = make the waiter seek a mor congenial life. Her gentle face endears her to her neighbors’ playful tots while she’s always knitting mufflers for the sable Hotten- tots In the dusk of summer evenings, from my den across the wa: Ican see her trim her bonnet or can hear her should she pl: battered, mandolin, the fascinating air of ‘*The Stre Night of Lar or The Widow Pott’s Affair". She makes a living painting miniatures of infant girls with delicious rosy faces and with But the d ist at the corner told m ans. and years ago, he had seen her as a fairy in a pantomimie sho’ Will she wed? With queer persistence the imaginative mind de- dines to furnish any information of this kind. So much depends on “notions,” where a woman is concerned, that nothing very accurate is ever really learned; and the man whom now she wishes in the neighborhood of France may to-morrow gleam and glitter with the tinsel of romance. But when at last she fastens on an object with her love no doubt the object's guarded by the legions up above. DEWITT STERRY, ‘=a THE INFIRMITIES OF AGE. Petulant wife—* That horrid old En sh clock you paid so much hours ahead of the correct u'd better return it at once.” Good-humored husband—" That's because you would not let me stand it where I ted to, my dear, Cocked up there at the very head of the stair, the poor old thing is probably unable to resist the continual temptation to run down.” for last week, Mr. Chippenda time. I told you not to bu, NEAR-SIGHTED. Bexrvouest oLp Laby (te man repairing show model)— if you drive another nail Into Mat poor, dear, patient horse, I'll have Mr. Bergh after you NO CHANGE FOR HIM. Bobley—* Isn't it about time for you to begin: fleshing up, old man? The lenten days are over.” Wiggins—* Yes, L know it but [no still living in th boarding-house.” SHE KNEW HIM. “Have you a very stylish young girl you could recommend me?" said a gentleman in an employment bureau. “Excuse me, sir,” replied the affable manager, ‘but do you live orner house?’ “Yes, but why do you ask?” “ Because your s here only a moment ago to see if we had TAKING A REST. Pours passrxoxr (referring to seat)—" Pardon me, sir; is this engaged NOT ENOUGH OF IT. Fliggens (who has been entertaining Griggs at his newly dis- covered jewel of a fifty cent table d’hote)—"* Well, old boy, how have you liked the dinner?” Griggs (who is a brute)—* Very good, very good indeed; so good that I invite you to join me in another one at once.” COMPLACENT PASSENGER, married.” LAW AND CHIVALRY. Col. Firemouth—* Judge, | want you to put Howler of the Weekly Scorpion under bonds to keep the peace.” Judge—* What's he done?” Col. Firemouth—"T just gave the infernal coward a horse- whipping, and I don’t want to let him have a chance to get the drop on me.” DECEPTIVE DATES. Found in an album. “Never tell a woman that she must be such, or such, an age. When it comes to figures the weaker sex always crave the liberty of choice.” comicbooks.com