Judge — June 30, 1888 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE I may not kiss you, sweetest # why, . Since all the world to love is phen arta hater See how the stream with tender lips, Its green and mossy margin preses, And even the stately willow dips Her beauty to the tide’s caresses I may not kiss you? “Tis absurd To scorn the truth all nature traces! The very breeze, upon my word, Stands still, and kisses both our faces “Quite right,” she said, “for breezes wugh, they » kiss the next t nearest!” GAVE HIM AS GOOD AS HE SENT. He (from Cincinnatiy—* Where shall you summer, Miss De Peyster 2” Mr. Gooseboy. We always go there. Vapa wants us to fall in ork, but Vd there. A friend of ours autumned in New York last year and she didn't like t at all. She (from Boston) good deal rather spring AN AVENUE A EPISODE. Siarey SHcKsey ithe tramp)—" If dey's a gill in it dey’s a gallon! SOUP, SAUCE AND WINE. y (coming out of Italian restaugraiit ‘With his friend) Pretty good table d’ hote, that.” Weegins—* Vaas; V'm not a bit thirsty now; but for sgo0dness’ sake let's yo somewhere and get somethin, to eat.” THE RULING PASSION STRONG IN DEATH. hidith—” Nes, Uncle George has gone. For a whole week fie was unconscious and never Opened his lips. But ist before he died he seemed to rouse himself by a desperate t and he succeeded in saying just three words. ‘Then he dropped back dead.” Jane—" Vow very sad But what did he say?” Edith—~* What's the score? —only that and nothing HE WENT TO HEADQUARTERS. He had watched the baby until he was tired. At last he climbed up to the telephone and shouted into. it: Please, Dod, won't ‘oo jess wateh ‘e baby till L tum back? 1 fink it'll do if ‘ve jess keep one eye on her.” ye GH PM he Hy aa IN THE WRONG PLACE. Ray. Mx. Waante (comedding sermon) which shall it be?! Mx. Lorvoct Um Aack seat somnantulisticallys wine ‘n’ seltzer. I've swore off “And now, my hearer Gimine Rhine BUSINESS INTEGRITY. “Lhope I'm tint robbing you,” said Snooks. politely the newsdealer handed him the last remaining copy of the Evening Kicker “Oh, not at all,” replied the other, smilingly And when Snooks unfolded the paper on the ears found it was lastnight change in his pocket nickel was good for something, anyway ONE THING LACKING. De Jones (passing up Fifth avenue) —" Aw, yaas, your churehes in this neighborhood are decidedly beautiful, dor cherknow, it seems to me there's one thing lacking Cresus—" What's that? De Jones—* Comgrex Hour Boowatser (the provider)" It vos a hot tay ven noddings ish tefd 2 comicbooks.com