Judge — April 28, 1888 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE OCR DEAD PRINCE. Roscoe Conking bore ea prince in ns with the d individuals, h is the re- : much in polities the as gallant s and fascinat- jut towering form, that blazing Chat atsharp satire, himself 1 his relat country and his de al of ¥ keen wit.) but were inganed alwi ed respect; and now that the man is gone there is at his grave which not attended sith the utmost sym- pathy and regret field, Grant, Arthur, Fenton, Folger—how many lave preceded him within a little space of time! and what if the dif- ferences which they more or less represented were buried with them in their graves! no glance A WEAK MEMBER. Reporter—" Mr, Sul- . did anything of ent happen on your trip from Liverpool? Mr. John L. Sullivan—* Yes, my right arm gave out again.” Reporter— What were you doing at the time?” Mr. John L, Sullivan—* Describing my fight with Mitehell.” “WATER” INCREASES THE STOCK'S VALUE. Bohley—* Tom, can’t you lend me your umbrella? It's raining.” Gagley—" Sorry. Can't go into the umbrella trust: while the stock's watered. ALL THE MATERIAL FOR A FIGHT. “TL understand three European nations came near getting into a bble this morning. “How was that?” Brown said he saw an Italian o: langer march in front of a German b Max, Pauge Now —" Mrs. QriereR-Qrintrn liv “T think y squs -grinder playing the Bou- loon.” MIGHT MAKE SOME DIFFERENCE. Theatrical manayer— Why, sir, this play won't go at all character in the piece is killed in the first act. That’ Playwright—* No, it isn't You don't know what actors I've gotin mind for the parts.” HER REQUEST, e you posted, dear, in Vola- sked into her lover's eyes «l her pretty head. ish words but half ex- “Cold i The + of our love; Let's talk the universal volk And say. + Ahegoo! Ah-gor! He loudly laughed, and tried to eat tage as a joke, 1 kiss from off her lips; Kharlie ah-wok?* d, aud’ looked her Mer lar And ste She sig! He woke ind Then And r. {tly from her fled— 1 now she longs for English warmth: Cold Velapuk is dead. ANNA €. STARBUCE, way, my friend, this ACCOMMODATING DRIVER" Not $0 very, Hess WHAT THEY GO THROUGH. ns SOFFY you feel iM, dear; and just ax we were going on that shop} hardly understand. r complexion in accord with that love of a pink bonnet 1am to try on at Peraud’ ‘A TARRYTOWN HAPPENING. Rev. Ma. Trsstin (rhe has accepted au incitation tu is very rough. Is your load heavy Y 35 FROM BAD TO WORSE. Literary man—* Mr. Rounds, I don't like to speak of it, but your little ighbor — Yes, 1 was thinking son changing it for a horn,” DIDN'T KNOW HIS RECORD. Lady philanthropist —*" Why do you beat that on the head so your club? Don't you know that a kiss will go further than a blow?” New York police- man—“ Yer ividently don't know me reputation wid de club.” RHYME AND REASON. There was a frowning old Dr. Of All Saints’ college the Pr. Whose daughter's smile Did the students beguile, So into her room he'lr, sweet PREPARING FOR THE SPORT. T just took a little diluted arsenic 50 ax to Friend (to Bertie)— T suppose you know ow, Bertie.” : pais getting ready now.” Dig; it, I presume. “No, sir; he's reading Munehausen,” PROBABLY SAVED MONEY AT THAT. Bagley—"* What did Lawyer Spriggs advise you about your $50 caset” Bailey Bagley— for th o Bailey —" Seventy-five dollars.” HE HAD NEVER NOTICED IT. “Have you ever met Brown of Toledo?” “No: T have never had that pleasure, although I have corre: sponded with him about business matters for five years.” “Brown is one of the worst stammerers I ever hi Funn, in his letters THE NEWS ABOUT BLAINE. 0 to infe that Blaine nightly distrac nl stronger And iUneasy to see that he’ door, your father and T are going fishing to-mor Bertie—* Oh. Friend—* Ts Ww Bertie. He advised me to settle without a suit.” That's peculiar. By the way, what did he charge you rd. ver noticed it leath' His spirits are broken, hex moody, er is torpid, has p y asa fark and as sound asa bell, tomtits will sing his death knell. Mis health isso poor that he's out of the race For president; and,were Tbut in T would place my whole pile on that again °C “« hold will be healthy Jin It isa little poem by the bard of the Buffalo Courie The question as to the health of. plement to next weel We think the gentle pretty well, i WHICH KIND? Householder — "A eggs, please.” Grocer'’s new boy — * Por- celain or hens't” dozen take a lift ou the read) By the T'm cartin’ dynamite fer th" new aqueduct.” comicbooks.com