Judge — 1888 — page 53: what you’re looking at

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NATURAL GAS FROM JUDGE. 51 AN UNSUCCESSFUL DIALOGUE. mind ;—(nervously, for fear of another lapse of memory) did Miss Jones—“ What a delightfully cozy little nook this is, Colonel. you hear that H tock had been asked to resign from his Now I want you to entertain me with everything n club?” Col. Smith (who is not a conversationalist)—“ Well,-er-k-km- Mrs. Collingwood-Collington—* Why no ; 1 thought he was one of er, see I’ve -er—I tell you what let’s do. Let's have one of those dia- logues you see in the satirical papers — we're pretty well arranged for it” Miss Jones — “ How entrancing! I'll be Mrs. Collingwood-Collington and you Mr, Heik Ollar- man, and we'll s: something really scintil- lating and brilliant, and then tell about it after- wards.” Col. Smith —“Very well. By the way, if you'll move just a little So as to get the irid- escence from_ those prisms off your shoulder it will be nicer. Itgives you a sort of tattoed appearance. That’s better.” Miss Jones —“ Now that you speak of it, it will add to the compo- sition of the picture if you look a little less serious and stop fumb- ling your watch chain. Now, let's begin.” Mrs. Collingwood-Col- dington (suddenly materi- alizing into Miss Jones again) — “What a charming bit of a high tea Mrs. Coylack gave on—Colonel, if you are going to persist in | staring at heaven through several feet of * plaster and brick, I’m Whyle syttinge ‘neath ye stalwart beech onstance atte my de, e had come for speak- Love tolerates no weakninge, In her I would confyde. «Now ye tyme.) Her Daynty fan inne restive- She moved with graceful ease, But whyle she did ye fanninge, Her face so close scan ’Twas I who ye “br (She is myne.) the governors Mr. Hetk Ollarman (ap- pearing from blank canvass)—“ He is of the Killikinicerbockers, but the cane—I mean the club—I am speaking of is that new cane he ap- peared with at the church of the Holy In- cantation on Sunday. It frightened the child- ren so that the wardens petitioned him to give it up.” Mfiss Jones—‘‘ Colonel Smith, Mr. Hoalstock is my cousin, and I think it hardly gentlemanly for you to comment on his taste in personal ad- adornment ! ” Col. Smith — “But 1 thought this was simply a society dialogue. Miss Jones—“Why, so itis. I entirely forgot. I'm going to say some- thing just as mean as I can think of now.” Mr, Hetk Ollarman (emerging again) — “Spare me, won't you?) Miss Jones—* That is just what I was going to do. Take me to mama, please.” HEADS AND TAILS. “I see,” remarked Merritt, “that Berry Wall was refused admittance to a Saratoga reception because his new style going to leave you. It we) ois Be ©. M, JOHNSON, is not fair to think up ‘ : what you are going to wasn’t it?” say. It ought to be spontaneo “Yes,” assented Miss Snyder, smiling archly, “dudes are Col. Smith—“Now my dear Miss—er, Mrs. Collington, you've generally objected to because they have no heads.” spoiled it completely! I had something awfully sarcastic about — ‘lacking’ something right on the tip of my tongue, but never Dar’s many an ass goes toe mahkit dat doan’ tote a load. of dress coat had no tail Rather queer, A CHANCE MEETING. Miss CLemiNsHaw—* Why, colonel! this is an unexpected pleasure. Coton FLAMpeAux— Well, good bye; I'm awfully glad to have” When did you return?” (¢tc., ete., for fifteen minutes.) —(hut it took fifteen minutes more to unwind.) comicbooks.com