Judge — October 20, 1888 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE LEAST OF TWO EVILS. ‘SC RE'T doin's down dar in York, G Misder she fished a tooth-pick from his pocket and wore it all down trying to ny broadcloth breeche sson,” remarked Uncle scratch it on his sl *L sees dat dey’s ‘rested a couple ob gor fer keepin’ a pol’cy salon, down That's right, isn’t it, uncle? asked his listen “Co'se hit’s right, chile, co’se hit’s right; but what I’se a gittin’ at, whad’s dey gwine ter do wiv all dem stock ob * gigs’ wha’ dey mus’ hab on han’ ?” “ Why, I suppose they'll be confiscated with the rest ef the paraphernalia.” Say dat wunst moh !" “TL suppose the confiscation of the paraphernalia will include all the documents involving any possible schemes which they may have made for future manipulation of the pub- lic purse. Uncle Billy drew in a breath that completely disemboweled his pipe, ipped " the ashes and hot sparks from his lips, and as he strolled aj h a distrustful look in his eyes he emitted, “ Pol’cy may be a nun- Godly game, Mistah "has mah ‘pinion dat hit's a heap sight bettah de Jn’ U'se grovelin’ hit is !" LOOKING AT THE BRIGHTER SIDE. Bobley (soaking under his umbrellay—" Whew! Don't you find it pretty rough, Tom, to be out in the rain this way, with your collar turned up and no other sheltei Wiggins-—No. V'm happy. left to put up after coming from everything else | had down fhe IN CHILL NOVEMBER. ‘The Democ he came down with his vote to the polls, To help his poor candidates out of their holes; And his sneer and his scowl were quite awful to see, Ashe viewed himself squelched in a minoritee, A CHRONIC SUFFERER. Seedy indévidual— Madam, can’t you give something to a yellow- fever sufferer?” : IWoman— Ain’t you the same man that called here a few months ago and got twenty-five cents to help a blizzard sufferer ?” dy individual— Yes, ma'am, 1 don’t do nuthin’ but suffer from one year’s end to the other,” A fellow’s lucky to have even a collar aside vacation. Had to put up about A BAXTER STREET WAGER. Ma, Konexn—"* Mine frent, I aind get mooch moneys, but ven I says dot vesd fids you, I vos brebared to bacgk oop mein sdademundt mit shecgkles !" UP ALL NIGHT. “Can't I sell you a burglar alarm?” he asked of a householder in a neighborhood where a number of houses had been entered. “No; I have no use for anything of that kind. daughter has just become engaged, and the young man calls every evening.” A VERSIFIED CHESTNUT. Ason their wedding-tour they fitted, Annie to Bennie shyly stated “I'm glad that you are Bennie-fitted, Because you see me Annie-mated.”* GOING TO BE ON THE SAFE SIDE. Jones, who had been much frightened by recent publications regard- ing the impurity of the croton, called at a drug store for a little filtered water. “How much do you want?” “A quart will do—I want to boil a couple of eggs. AN EXPERT OPINION. He— My dear Mrs. Brewster, do you think marriage is a failure 2” She (a four times widow, with warmth)—* No, indeed !" BAXTER STREET DECORATION. Miss Gotpster nexd weeg, mudder, unt I sends him dis for goot lucgk, to nail his door ofer. Dot Mosey Cohn ees goin’ ter oben a new glothings store COHN (the next das)— vos addentive to, sends it to me it golt, Lefi. Dot Mees Goldstein, dot { comicbooks.com