Judge — November 17, 1888 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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SOFTLY peer through the open door, T can see my loved one there; She is kneeling down on the parlor floor Inan attitude of prayer. Her back is turne!, so lier clasped hands And her face I cannot see ; Vet I feel in my inmost heart that that prayer Is raised to heaven for me. As T draw near with gentle step And head bowed, as her pose de- kneels by a register, y warming her hands BUYING IN ADVANCE, * providing you agree to exchange it if it proves too small.” sir, certainly ler, taking the the baby-carriage. “If you should need one of those twin ¢ the price is only five dollars ex A CRUEL SUGGESTION. Another hunting incident. Doctor P. had been asked to. make one of a party to shoot over some private preserves. It turned out to be one of his unluck: “1 give you my word last exclaimed, in despair, “I can’t kill a thing * Come, docto host, “just im * suggested his e that you are at the bedside of a patient.”” GOING BACK ON HIS BRAND. Mr. Buiretscwent—" Mary, 1 wish down cellar and see what that horrible od comes up through the register, We're The left hand only rings adorn, focated! | never smelled anything like it in my life!” And with this wise intent The right e'er finds in being right Sufficient ornament. A WISE OPINION. Young mother —Doctor, there doesn't seem to be any ind yet of baby cutting her teeth, you know what is the matter?" “Well, I ‘am, unless Young physician must confess I don’t, ma it is that a good chil- dren are cutting their teeth just now nd perhaps there aren't enough teeth to go around er. THEY NEVER ACHED. Jeggs—" Tot Nonsense ‘o-cause tooth= ach I use it con stantly, and 1 haven't had a tooth- ache for years.” Well, you must have Jounsy Burrixewrit—"* Don't give us away, Molly, Mean’ Tommy Dunn's stole some of pop regalias, an’ we'se keepin’ shady till we smokes ‘m.” Not exactly —only “Call me a / AFTER THE PARTY. to young Fipps, who is lounging in the hallway)— som" — Vous Firrs (breaking in)—"* Hanged if 1 do! OLp Bance! You're the ugliest old cad I've see for the last five years!" SH vif 4 / Ne anf THE REMNANT OF A GREAT RACE. Biazen Dick (¢he scout)—"* Ladies an’ gents, I wanter inter. duce Baldy, the last ejjercated buff'ler of his specie.” “Runout your tongue ! (in a loud whisper) Not so darn far, Nibsy!" comicbooks.com