Judge — May 26, 1888 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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EXTINGUISHED. ipturously)—"" OW speak, darling ; say you love me! inguish the Gre of my soul but ™— Nothing,oh my angel! Her ubiquitous brothers could. MASTER TOMMY EXPLAINS. SOYVHY don't | go home? Well, | don’t care much about going home pefore bed-time to-night. You won't let on, will you, if I tell you thing? I'M bust if | don't give it to some one and that pretty quick. Guess that big Jenkins chap wi swing his awful ey Phew You see this is how it is. hes he was an angel now so he could just around and catch me in one corner of it! Wouldn't he wollup me ? That Jenkins’s sweet on Aunt Clara, One week there were a lot of people in the parlor at our house, and A a was singing for him, I felt rather good and pious just then and I wanted to sing too, so I just stopped her off while 1 began— “+1 want to be an angel and with the angels stand, A harp upon my forehead, a crown within my hand." “When I sing people always listen, too; when Aunt Clara sings they only talk louder than ever, I guess this time they were thinking how I'd look in a harp—it’s some old-fashioned kind of a bang I suppose. That Jen- d said, ‘1 wish you “Because then you'd be safe I don't. know what is, to make eve night young man.’ said 1, If that wasn’t see Aunt Clara wanted a drink of water or something out in the hall had to help ‘They were all alone, they two, only looking at themover the top of the banister, watching them, and I saw him dry her lips off with his moustache, and it made her so tired she had n her head close up against his shoulder. Then | came down stairs her get it and we all three rt of a stage whisper—at least I guess you'd call it a stage whisper. It was the kind ofa whisper you'd have to use if you were talking avenue stage, anyhow: *Say, why's Aunt Clara like those allows you gave > Because she tastes sweet, but she’s soft and mushy, and tele he ran away from his wife at the navy yard last week.” she’s all powdery on the A TRIBUTE TO SHREWDNESS. Ose of Tx SHarcercn Twixs—" Does it say anything about Lieutenant Scrapper’s disappearance, papa? Para—"* Wait a moment, my dear! I haven't come to where it speaks of marine intelligence yet."” outside—if you don’t believe me, just look at it on your coat-sleeve, Mr. Jenkins!’ Everyone else looked too, “1 didn’t wait to say good-night to Jenkins; besides, I knew I'd soon enough “staking dinner at our hou was invited tot When he takes dinner the o'clock suppers in the kitchen. Don’t I wish I could just see him now, if he couldn't see me! You see, L knew he was coming, so 1 saved a big round pan of the soft taffy I made yesterday and put it in the mahogany-colored plush easy-chair in the parlor, Jenkins It’s sort of dark in there and he flops down heav Wouldn't I like to see that big molasses moon rising half w suit? You advise me to go home and look at him? Not much! you don't catch me that way. I'll get in bed on the side nearest the wall to-night ; but anyway it wasn’t my fault if Jenkins couldn't keep his eyes open and had to sit down on a pan of taffy cooling off in the parlor—was it now?” him o-night—that is, he c | have to take five Gewhilliki y up the back of his best spring HEAVY ARTILLERY. Bagley—"\ see that all the great guns they are building now-a-days are rifle Gagley—* Not all. Some of the ‘great guns" of society that I have talked to lately are noth- ing but‘ smooth bores.” ” EVIDENTLY A LOSER. Wife— Which b: club beat to-day, John Husband (dejected- ly)—" The other one.” Beauty that awakes desire Like a sharp sweed or a fire, Look upon it at a distance; Danger then has no existence. A NEW SOCIETY. Bedley—' What's new, Gus?” Medley —"1 hear that the mothers-in-law of this blessed town are organizing an oath-bound society to be known as the P. P,P." Bedl Gracious ! What do those letters mean?” Medley—"Palverizers and Paralyzers of Para- grapher You know comicbooks.com