Judge — 1888 — page 23: what you’re looking at

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GOOD THINGS FROM JUDGE. period; no one knew better than Sam Snapp how to adapt himself to circumstances—lit a cigar, and not having to start on his journey until the 8:30 next morning, he sallied forth, at peace with all man- kind, to a meeting of a secret society to which he belonged, named the ‘Brotherhood of Infinite Cheek,” where a neophyte was that evening to be initiated into the mysteries of the order. Cuarrer II. ) UBLIME as it was, the Brotherhood “ of Infinite Cheek was composed solely of merchant travelers. The legend is extant, that,on one occasion, a plumber sought to become a member, and on others a book agent, a lightning rod contractor, the man who bases his claim to immortality on the plea of being the inventor of the mule-joke, and the cor- respondent who has the inside track on the President's cabinet, endeavored to steal their way into the sacred Arcana, but they were kindly but firmly refused admittance. The Brotherhood was a merchant traveler's organization or it was nothing. : Some of the disappointed candidates maliciously averred that jealousy was the cause of their rejection. This charge the Brotherhood passed with calm contempt. ‘The drummer who is not a match for plumbers, book agents, lightning- rod contractors, mule-jokers, cabinet-inte viewers, yea, or even gas officials, is unworthy the vacant seat by the side of the prettiest woman in the car. When Sam Snapp entered the meeting room, he found the whole Brotherhood assembled. In the chair of state sat the High Grand Nerve; to his right and left the other officers of the lodge, consist- ing of the Supreme Grand Cheek and the Past Grand Fresh. The last named gentleman, who bore a strong resemblance to Tony Pastor when in the act of shifting his crush hat from his left hand to his right and bowing to the audience, recognized our hero and hailed him: “ Hello, Sam!” “"Low yourself,” replied Sam, who was Spartan in his brevity, except when he was engaged in business. “How's biz?” inquired the Past Grand Fresh, a gentleman of the name of Cuticle. “Tol lol,” responded Sam in the same tone, as he made his way CANINE COURTESY. e killed the dog, Fin: Finn (the gamekeeper)—*Give yourself no unaysiness, sor. He always lies doon phin a gintleman misses a burrud, jesf ter aise the gintleman s feelin’s, sor, be makin’ him think he's shot somethin’, last week, so that I now there comes that butcher's dinner. OUT OF HER REACH. Wire—~I guess I willget your fall overcoat and see if it’s all right. it hanging up?” Hrsbanp—" Yes, it's hanging up—but it ain’t all right, for I have lost the ticket.” Is towards the top of the room. “Say, how’s this?” he continued. I thought there was a new recruit to ride the goat to-night?” “We have postponed the ceremony—shelved the fellow ‘till THANKSGIVING MORNING. Disarrointep cAt.—*Just my luck! Here I've been starving myself for the night be in ud condition to cat some roast turk id y into the house with a leg of mutton for Rats!” comicbooks.com