Judge — June 2, 1888 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE JUDGE’S PHOTOGRAPHS. = = THE CLUB TOADY, F sunny and beautiful morn- ings he ambles his bach- clor way with nothing to trouble his conscience, with nothing to do or to say. He quivers his stick at a sparrow that hops on the cobbles, and smiles at the futile attempts of a gamin to trap it by He's a cheery, benevolent word for the maid in the ribbons of blue; for though he is fifty his fancy will tenderly juvenile wiles, like black-letter monks in the days of which Master Ingoldsby tells, whose dinners at times were not wander kew, finny, whose drink wasn’t taken from wells ‘There's a story deep hid in : for when he has fallen asleep, with a handkerchief over his face (he snores most uncom- monly deep), he murmurs. of hearts and of lips, of cheeks and of hair and of eyes with groans that would tickle a widow and He knows every scandal in town and details unheard hy the world: he knows the hairdresser who keeps young Crisparkle scented and curled; he's at fingers’-end news of the ring, the boards and the dice and the wine, and echoes the thoughts of the press with an air of posses- His figure erect isa sight to behold in the re Where he bows to the governor's set_and scowls at_a mincing young cub. nd white, to puff at ntly stare at the light ere he makes his respectable room crowded with guests, or saunters in peace to his rooms and quietly, listlessly rests, Not much of a life at its best. his he: tyeree une fe cause her delicious surprise. sion divine ms of his club, Every night in the year he appears in immaculate sable cigar bow: ina drawwin nd vac But then he’s respected as good, while dowagers vow he adorns the ranks of the bachelorhood ; and while his. phil- osophy leads at times to disgrace and to tears, he keeps every trouble within and gleefully laughs at your fears. He is nearing the end of the play and mourns his conventional life, and like a young plodder at school he longs for the noise and the strife. With infinite pleasure his ¢ thinks of the strain that opened his drama of life, and wa again, But the curtain will fall and the lights go out in the usual way, and leave him alone in the darkness that follows the end of the play s grow dim as he ts it done over MINUS THE BEST PART OF THE SHOW. clletti has just finished a beautiful zither solo in the conservatory. nT open that case? Certainly ; eet ees empty.” ‘sappointediy)—" Why, where's the monkey?” THE CROOK AND THE PHOTOGRAPHER. Orruston (at police headguarters) your phiz cold.” w, just as you are for a second, and we'll have Cuoox (elasticskin man from dime museum)— Not while Vm fixed dis way. AN ENGINEER’S INSTINCT. Blowitt had been telling his friends an improbable and extravagant story As it even out-blew Blowitt’s usual yarns, the crowd sat in a state of dumb electro-magnetic petrefaction, when Von Baboony ejaculated : .ook out for your silk hat, Blowitt ! “What's the matter?” asked Blowitt, hastily removing the glistening head-piece. “Oh, it’s all right now,” replied the other; “while you had it on 1 was afraid the imprisoned vapors might blow out the cylinder-head.” ANOTHER WAY OF PUTTING One day, after a dinner-party at the house of Emile dramatist, the conversation had taken rather a philosophic tone, las,” s that we cannot be always young !" Rather let us regret,” returned the host, who was himself getting along rs, “that we cannot always remain old.” IT. ugier, the French id some on DISAPPOINTMENT. I met her in the giddy whirl, She struck me as A pretty girl: And now I've made her mine for life She strikes me as an angry wife. WRONG END FOREMOST. A child of five espies on Broadway a small dog wearing an enormous muzzle. ec, nurse; he’s got his bustle put on the wrong way.” REPARTE w," said Milkum, as he met his friend Von Baboony on Ma “are you mad, me deah boy? How dare you come out in “Soft hat !" responded Von Baboony, flushing purple with anger (wh left no blood below his collar-bone), “ Haven't | as much wight to wes soft hat on my head as you have to weah a soft head undaw your dawby comicbooks.com