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

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WHAT'S IN A NAME? “Mer’ mer’! Yon’ come some- body.” “Who it look like? My lord in heaben! I’se too busy dis day ter be glad ter see my gran’ mammy’s ghos’.” “T bileeve by de raggid coat she got on 'tis Miss Sary Peah. Anyway, she gut ’er babby wid “Dat's des who 'tis. My pa- tience! sd Wisht t’ master sh’d a NATURAL GAS FROM JUDGE. MY CHOICE, At 18. H, many a lad goes a sighing, And vows that of love he is dying ; Gay glances are sent, Sweet flatteries spent, ‘And all Cupid's arrows go flying. But the only lad that my heart can win Is the laughing lad with the dimpled chin. At 28, ‘There are laddies with brown eyesand jue, ‘There are laddies with bold hearts and true; But I always look down Betwixt smile and frown, And never give heed when they woo; For give me the purse of gold within, Give me the man with lots of tin; You may keep the lad with the dim- pled chin. stayed terhum! De Lord knows — I do’ ‘ant ter see ’er.” “ Dar she is, at de gap, climb- in’ ober right now.” “Well, well, well! Bress my soul ef here ain't Sis Sary, wher A CASE OF RECONSTRUCTION. days! How you do? an’ whut good win’ blow you ober dis way? I was des erbout ’ginnin’ ter think you mus’ thought we had biten’ dogs down dis way. I’se glad ernuff ter sce you ter kill two chickens.” “Hee-ce-ee! Well, 1 eat um sho’. I’se been metty po'ly dis las’ spring, ever sence I hed dis chile. Ain't cyard him ter meet- in’ but fo’ times yit, an’ he’s mos’ t'ree mont's ole.” “Tree mont's? He looks big nuff fer sex—gre't big, fine, chuckle-he'ded fellor! Wha’ you done name ’im?” “ Prophit.” “Prophit? Whar you git enny sech name es dat ?” “Outen de Bible—Prophit—Moses der l’rophit, wha’ Caleb’s always preachin’ ‘bout. I wan’ ter name’m arter his daddy— Mose, yo’ know—an’ he say ‘’twon’t do ter ha’ too many Moseses in de same house ;’ an’ so I call der chile Prophit.” “Well, dat’s er cu’'yus name. I ain’t never did heah dat ‘fore, but folks mos’ in gen’ally gits dey names some sorter crank-sided way. Dar’s Pig Choppin now—my las’ husban’, You knows "bout 's name, don’ you?” “Theah um tell sum tale "bout it; but I dis'member ju: How's Br'er Pig now ? ligion yit “All ’e ever had, I reekon. But dat’s none, ’cordin’ ter my say-so. Dey tells me he er met- “ty bright convert, an’ dey gwine set ’im cajortin’, soon’s he bap- tized, but ef dey do better name *im som’p'n else!” “Why, how come dat? _ Pig’s er good name fer er preacher.” “Not de way ’e come by it Yo’ see, Pig’s mars’r uster to live down in the coalin’s en had de woods full er hawgs; an’ dar wa'n't nothin’ Pig loved better ’n barbecued shoat, One day is ole mars’r_ was ridin’ long right easy, not thinkin’ bout s’ now. Got 'is Tain’ seed fer er mont’ er Sun- Uncre Peixce—He’s jes’ a trifle sprung behaind, but 'r reck’n 'r kin cuah dat.” nothin’ pertick'lar, do’ he war ’ dat’s putty nigh eben. fib 5 “Swar ter Lawd 'f he he doan’ look jes’ laik a kaingeroo! Got ter fix dem front ones some ways.” Now, Guliah, s'posin' I git de saddle an’ we Tite Mutz— This reconstruction business lias goue far enough! Here goes for some long-distance target practice.” comicbooks.com