Judge — September 15, 1888 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE BOUQUET JACK. They say I got my name because somehow an extra jack Was mixed in some proceedings of the family euchrs pack ; And Since I'm lucky when I have a flower on my clothes, ‘The bouquet ” spot was dealt because Lalways sport a rose. In summer, when the fragrant mint standson the cherry bar, Thang around the big hotels dissecting a cigar; And when my luck is low and I'm negotiating Thit the faro deck of else I buck the hazard bones. At times I bank and wateh the fakies run against a snag When I have twirled the marble— that is, dropped the start ing flag. While I bold up the wall, the ball goes quietly to bed, And then I rake the chippies in or size up on the red. You often hear se call the odds within the betting ring, And cash the winning tickets which the Jone insiders bring. Why do I ante every time I sce a bex Well, I recover on the queen or pile up on the In "49, when T was just a kid at Blazing Star, Islung the drinks for Jackass Jim behind his " silver bar.” ‘There wasn't one in all the camp who didn't down his brakes When I swung loose and really tried to give a cuss the snakes. ‘One night a stranger blew in camp and walked about the town CONSOLATION IN THE PADDOCh. Until he struck the “silver bar" and slumped his pizendown, JOCKEY MULVEY—"' What's der trouble, Blackey 2" And then, says he, a-eyeing me ny. Ve got ag Jocky Brackey—"' Spee’ it mus’ be de effec’ That's wandered from its parentage an’ has no reg'lar name. Jockey MuLvey—" Ves; three of 'm, wasn't it “ This here is the Episcopal and this the Baptist camp; Here’s what we'll call the Methodist ; while here, without a lamp. HEREDITARY TALENT. . Phat, though he blows into a camp, it ain't the camp you thinks.” Unete Hiram (who is visiting his nephe young New: York broker)—" An’ whar did ye say ye was doin’ biz‘ness now, Hennery ? T staked my shirt at last when | had dropped my gua and dust, : ; For I'd bucked 1 his deal until I'd gone and bust. Henry—* At the Stock ut what docs that fly » sanyer do but hand me out his tools Uncle Hiram—W you're anything like your paw was, up to ‘And show me bow to work the game and rope my’ fellow saules hum, you'll get alc c. He was jest the greatest hand at swappin’ Without a cent and minus cothes 1 walked around until hosses I ever did see AA bag o° dust beside her lay while she, in slumber deep, UNREPENTANT. Stept only. a8 tte children abd dhe angels ever seep. Jawkins— See here, Baboony, you have got yourself into a_nice I swiped the dust, I sprung the game ; 1 called the turns on maine mess, Wiggins is in such a rage at your sncers abont his cigars that he Till Jackass Jim spoilt prairie grass by blowing out his brains, swears he never will give one away again And that is why T never show a beggar's brace my back Bocce s ace dame ee es as as ees Baboony—" He docs? By Jove! | never imagined that he was such pewirt srexey, an awfully good-hearted fellow, Hope he keeps his vow. A QUIBBLE. HOW HE SAW THE GAME FOR NOTHING. 2 HIS FAVORITE Old lady— SONG. “Land sakes! You don’t bathe in them zs Ki , : h i “Did the deceased Minister things, do ye? Young lady (handling a modern bathing dress)— “Ob, no, auntie; in the ocean.” have any favorite song that you think he would like to have sung at his funeral ? Widow—"How a | [ ; very kind you are DEFINED. a [ to Suggest all these What is a yawn? , % know of any song A gap in the : y tiieeee: : 3 that John loved any >. j : better than ‘We Spent money - won't go home “tll doesn’t count. morning. things. 1 don't Proceeds to take advantage of it. With the above success. ‘Tableau ! comicbooks.com