Judge — July 21, 1888 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE » indicate an order from the president that the office-holders must at- tend to their duties and let polities alone. OWED TO THE SUN. A GRUDGE Oh! Thou whose light doth permeate all space, Our ocular enjoyment to enhance, Thy beams prolific light full many a face, Where eyes, with joy, at thy caresses dance. But, oh! Thou'pecler-off of human skin! ‘Thou scorching, burning, reddenir For thy bright rays one does not care a pin Whom thy embrace has scorched within the bour. Confine thy task to lighting up the hy Black, red, and parti-c nd while the peel rolls gently from th Mask thy bright eflulence, we beseech [TIS PARDONABLE that that Christian, Colonel Fellows, should drop some of his stitches, but he has no right to sacritice the simple 231 SHE UNDERSTOOD THAT VOLAPUK. She (poking her head out of the window at 3 John? He—Nesh, mdear. She A.M.) —" Is that you, Wishyou'dcomedownan'tindthishk’hole.” Well, stop talking Volapuk and I'll be down in a minute.” HOPPING AT CONCLUSIONS. “If you think my legs eccentric,” Said the grasshopper tc “And my forehead queerly pointed Where the box ought to be: That my mouth has feeble motions Whence dark mysteries do exude, Please to know I once existed Asa Pythagorean dude.” WASN'T FITTED FOR IT. He was a German, and starting out on his first trip for a dry-goods firm. A couple of days after the firm received a telegram with the following report “TL haf done notings to- entire stocking. day, aber mit Got’s hilfa 1 do besser moryans.” Is A GOOD cratic stroke to Demo- charge free whisky upon the Re- publican party; but, happily, though you lead that horse to the bottle you make him pull its cork. cannot HAT IS A PLALN, com. mon-sense man, that man Morton; and if itis a sin for him to have acomfort- able income it is one that any Democrat would take to his soul if he broke thereby all the ten commandments and hoked himself to death with the doxology IT WORKS BOTH UP AND DOWN. Mac Enoch —"\ don't know what's going to become of the world if the leveling y con- ave since my processes of democra they boyhood.” Van Baboony (sadly) Hrkntk1—" Really, Miss Edith, 1am ve Hard to tell—hard to tell! doing. It is a sort of tempora When I came into my million Miss Evert (p4 ss better come right bere, thirty years ago | was thought avery Croesus; but now I'm c in the shade. great fortunes. unue There ought to be a law against the accumulation of ON EARTH OR IN HEAV That indefatigable Russian surgeon, Dr. Saw- n Paris, was relating to -off, now residing friends how he had nearly cut 1 poor fellow to pieces in order to relieve him of an enormous tumor. “This tremendous operation,” added. the “turned out so complete a success that three days afterwards the patient was able to take a stroll in the Champs Elysées.” “But which ?” queried an incredulous listener a few professio doctor, CASH, OR CREDIT? Tailor—* Want a ‘check Suit, Mr, Wiggins? Wiggins—" Well, 1 don’t care; plain cloth will do, if it’s something at will be ‘noted " during the season.” Tailor — Um sorry | can’t let a note run so long as that. HOSPITALITY. y insanity in our family ever feel any more such attacks coming on you had F infirmity is known, and we will take care of you.” ‘The tirm wrote him a word of encourayement.wish- ing to give him a fair trial, but after they similar tele plied : © With God's help please look for another situation, and with the same help return the samples. received three ms they re= HE REALIZE CT. Selectman D THE (to village 1am sorry that -repairer)— to say, O'Brien, work of late your customary — diligence. Don't you know that public office is a public trust your doesn’t show O'Brien—* Indade, sor, how can I help knowing it, wid me pay two months in arrears ? LOOKED LIKE EDITOR. Stranger —" Is Hull stopping here Hotel clerk — "Well, there was a gentleman whose trousers bagged at the knees cam Front, take this card up to 112." NOTICE FOR HIM WHO RUNS. It is estimated that the earth loses an hour in every sixteen thousand years. Americans will please take notice, and put in an extra hour while there is time. FOR OF SUCH IS THE KINGDOM. St. Peter (to trembling soul just arrived at the p golden stair)—* Well, friend, have you your credentials? Trembling soul— Alas’ 1 was suddenly drowned while out fishing, and could not prepare myself for death.” St. Peter fish did you catch?" Trembling soul—" No St. Peter (throwing tH come; take this: hal AN Sditor sorry L kissed you, I didn’t think what [was this morning. rly gates via the no: ‘That's bad; | don’t see how—by the way, how many | caught not a single one.” es wide open) —" Enter quickly and wel- to wear about your head; but few such as you abide with us.” comicbooks.com