Judge — September 22, 1888 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE CIVIL-SERVICE REFORM. a AAR OVER BEN CLEVELAND may his tribe decrease’ Awake one night from a deep dream of fees, And aw withia the tight electric ia his ros, The vision raised its head, 1k made all of sweet accord, Answered,""The names of those who keep their word. And is mine one?” said Grover. Replied the angel. " Cleveland spoke me Rat cheerily still, and said, I pray thee, then, Write me as one more dearly loved than Ben.” The ange! wrote and vanished, The next night It came again, with a great glistening light And showed And. lot Ben Harri BROUGHT TO LIGHT. The following somewhat mixed metaphor is alleged to have been found in an ancient churchyard by the modern invader ‘This little bud no more is seen To please its parents’ eye; This little child, $0 fresh and green, Blooms in eternity Aged 5 ds. But we will not vouch for it. WOULDN'T TAKE IT BY FRAUD. Actor—"V'm an actor and I'm a good ways from home. Can you lend me tive dollars? Gentleman— Certainly ; 1 shall be glad to let you have the money if it will enable you to reach those you love and who love you.” Keep your five dollars, mister. I'm going the other way.” A PROBLEM SETTLED. Mrs, Simpkins (over her newspaper)—" | see, John, that the papers are taking up the question ‘Is marriage a failure?” It would really make your heart bleed to read the letters that are sent by some of these long- suffering vives.” Simpkins (a long-suffering husband)—" H'm! Well, my dear, 1 don't dispute it, If a woman really starts in to make marriage a failure, she can succeed without half trying.” A CAMPAIGN STRAW. Mrs. MeFirrs—" Phwhat hay yez in yure band, John McFitts?” Mr. MeFires—* It's a red bananny, darlin’. Casey, th’ grand marshil av th’ toorch- light perade, ive oorders fer ther byes ter ca MORE WISELY THAN SHE KNEW. Bashful youth— Will you take this chair, Miss Exh Wiss Ethel" Oh, no, It has no arm, ail be most happy—ah—to supply th deficiency, 1 assure you.” And he did, THE MAN WHO WANTED THE POLICY. "Lcalled, sir, to sce if you didn’t want to get your life insured,” said the agent, taking a seat and preparing to pull out a lot of papers. “1 don’t think T want to get my life insured nearly so much as you do,” replied the lawyer in a determ pening a drawer. Pssulliart. MY BOY AND HIS NEW BAT. “Huh! How ‘d_ yer s'pose a feller could get a ball th’ len’th of th’ alley with a club like that ? (The next dav)—" There, that’s th’ cheese. I'll show th’ fellers some playin’ now " comicbooks.com