Judge — September 29, 1888 — page 7: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

JUDGE THE INGENIOUS ARTIST AND THE FALL STYLES. {27S will be worn upon the head, as heretofore. Shoes will come down to a fine point, so as to serve as tooth- picks and paper-cutters when disabled. Gloves will conceal a full hand, as usual, ‘The fashionable colors . clubs and diamonds. Jewelry, as a rule, will be plated. Only hotel-clerks, plumbers, drummers and editors can afford the real article. Collars and cuffs, ¢ Za Chinese, are warranted to tear at the first Collars will be higher than last season, and are meant to Cuffs will continue to be used as memorandum- are spade washing. serve books. Neck-gear will, as always, cause the torture of dudes and dukes. The fashionable colors are. mahogany-brow yellow, proboscis-red_and widow-black. aS car-caps, pickle-green, caterpill Styles and shapes according to English decree. its for men will be dear, according to the generosity of the Discount allowed for payment within six months, ailors. For women, prices will range from a thousand to a million dollars. trimmed with diamonds are the correct things, Shirts show amazing effects in yridirons and geometrical figures. Flannel shirts are wort only by miners, reporters and. bunco-steerers. Velvets and plushes REFRACTORY BABY; OR, 401 HOW IT FAILED TO WORK. Full-dress shirts come puffed and frilled, and have a generally haunted look. Stockings for men be darned! For women, they vary the neatness of the ankle; they are clocked Further than this, only the ballet-girl know the woes of hose. Pockets are made deep, but are worn sarcastically empty. are depths that need no fathoming. cording to and of course watched They TOO LATE. Today he sent a letter: He's rich nd would speak; And why I sigh Is this, that T Another wed last week ! Oh, why did T refuse him When T had loved him so? That he was poor; So, to be sure, T had to let ‘him igo. A PLAYWRIGHT OF. THESE TIMES. Quirkley (meeting ‘his friend, the broken-down novelist, on the * Rialto” . Bob? What are you doing here amongst the actors— gathering material for a new book ?” Boggle—* No, Tom; V'm a dram Quirkley—* What—writing a play Boggle—" No; they don't write ‘em now. stage-carpente! ist now.” I'm an assistant tu the comicbooks.com