Judge — July 7, 1888 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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for the home business man and the home worker, and American interests above those of any part of the world ! star-spangled banner in triumph <hall wave O’er the land of the free and the home {the brave! WHERE THE MCKINLE sitsthat is the rightoft of the table. rs HEY DO KNOW how to get 1p good platforms, those Republicans; and when their are elected they know how to carry them out, was a little premature in his speech the other day; but the hisses that were given him were partially unjust,and he has to be agreshive about it. A DISCOURAGER OF PRIDE. The ball has gone over the wail and Dagsby is showing his agility, Miss Buratyse-* Look out for that wall! it's” Dacsny—* Don’t be alarmed. I can vault it as easy as" — LOOKING AHEAD. Jones had just been get- As they were leaving the church he began to ting married. ery ‘Whatever can be the matter with you, Samuel?” asked the 199 A DELICATE COMPLI- MENT. D. is one of the most gal- lant of our New York artists. On seeing the beautiful Mrs. B. enter his studio the other day, nearly concealed behind an enor- mous bouquet of Jacqueminot roses, which she wore in her corsage, he exclaimed as he ap- proached to kiss her hand : “But they told me, dear madame, that you had no family.” HOW GREAT DAILIES ARE. RUN. Proprietor (to editor-in- chief the sky is clear) — "1 noticed in that obituary sketch of ex-Mayor Bigbug that the middle initial of his father-in- law's name was omitted.” Editor-in-chief (to man- aging editor—a cloud in the hor- izon) — “That obituary sketch was materially defective. More care, please.” Manoging editor (to news editor — every evidence of a storm)—" The local page is a perfect inaccuracies. That Bigbug sketch was honey- combed with errors.” News editor (to city editor— mass of bride anxiously, “My darling,” exclaimed Jones, between his sobs, “you behold me the wretched vic- tim of superstition.” A victim 3" i life; you must aM eee know that [was once so foolish as to have my for- tune told by a gypsy. The old hag told me that | a second time, and oh! darling, it wrings my heart to think of losing you.” “Yes, my should ma LIBERTY. * ‘Tis Independence day,” I said to darling May : » I'll do what I please, Ido aver The day of liberty our country free, Union pulses all astir, ove to take a kiss, jepulsed the bliss, And vowed I'd take no diderty with her \ GREAT FASHION PAPER. IWiye—* Jack; did you bring home a copy of Sunday World?" Hushand—" No, by George! | forgot all about Nfe— Well, 1 can't go to the Watkins ball to-night then.” /rusband—"Why, what has that to do with it?” 'Wife—"V've got to have a bustle, haven't 1. stupid > NOT IMPROBABLE THESE DAYS. Mrs, Nefus (who has not seen her friend in two months)—" Cicely, dear, how do you get on with y suit?" “Which one?” divorce Cicely, dear But it was one of those terrace walls, and the finish of Dagsby's sentence was not intelligible, the storm is about to break)— * Who wrote that rot about Big- bug? It has taken the whole town by the ears. His ay name, list of societies, amount of estate, church connection, and the date of the funeral are w off. It wasn’t so when Penwiper was city editor.” City editor (to reporter—the storm breaks): 2s. 2 finish Saturday night... ——!!" UTTERLY UNSYMPATHETIC. Little Tommy (tying to entertain Uncle John, who is on a visity—" Oh, Un- cle John! they have such a real nice parrot next door—I'm sure you would like him !” Unete John—* What! 1s he dumb >" DID BACON SAY IT? Reporter—* Mr. Donnelly, it begins to look as though you were going to fail your efforts to prove that Bacon wrote Shakespeare. doesn’ Ignatius Donnelly — My dear sir, as said, ‘There's no such word as THE ROOT OF .THE MATTER. Teacher — The basis of society, my boys, is the family. But what is the basis of Tommy (raising his hand) —* Oi know, sor! Oi may not be quoit roight, but Oi think the bay sis’ av the family is me red-headed sisther ! comicbooks = -com