Judge — January 5, 1889 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE HER COMPANY. “it Fourteen, but older than the rest. “Twur new-year day she went away ‘An’ left an achin’ in my breast It seemed so cheerless like to me Without my mother’s company Says pa, \They’s no one I kin get Kin do as well as you, Janet.” So school an’ fun fer me wuz done, An’ stl I managed not to fret The young ones thrived, and as fer me, T'd Jim an’ work fer company. Poor Jim wuz lame, an’ that wuz why T always had him settin’ by. His lovin’ ways made glad the days, Till all at once he had to die. “The neighbors they wus glad fer me— But how 1 missed his company! IN THE KITCHEN. I worked along ; the children dear, Pouy (the chambermai “1 was only ‘alf They married off, from year to year liked by the family I lived with last, and I ‘ad 10 go.” An’ one cold night, at candie-light, Brivcer (the cook) rom me own expayrience Says pa, "It's purty lonesome here, an‘ yure looks Oi'm layin’ bets it wor th’ master half ‘An’ new-year you shall have,” says he, that liked ye: “A nice, new ma fer company He laughed an’ set an’ talked awhile; THE WHOLE TRUTH. But as fer me, [couldn't smile. Customer (impatiently) —“ Hello, there! feat sigh: me tears os down What's sugar this morning ? \$ I lay rasslin’ with my trial. . T wisht that I, like Jim, could be Grocer (hurrying up from the cellar, absent- In my dead mother’s company. mindedly)—" Same as usual, glucose and sand.” y It's odd how things turns out ; next day In walked our neighbor, Zenas Gray. My eyes wuz red, an’ Zenas said * Janet, ben cryin’? What's to pay" Oh, nothin’ much,” says I. Says he, * T reckon you need company.” An’ after that he ust to come An’ cheerme up if I wus glum. ‘An’ when he went I'd feel content, ‘An’ work an’ sing, or set an" hum. The empty house, it seemed to me, ‘Was fall of his good company. An’ every thought of ma an’ Jim Would somehow make me think of him. It brought relief_t bygone «rif An’ filled my heart up to the brim, Especial when he.6flered me Himself for stiddy company. An’ now, With hope in by.an'-by, Ad new.year time is deawin’ nigh, he tears I shed fer them that’s dead T’Ain’t sech as when I ust to cry. Vonly trust that they kin see How I enjoy my company. MKS. GRORGE ARCHIBALD, CONLIN’S MISTAKE, 6677 wor this way, Dinny. Oi wor on me way from me wor-rk haulin’ sand f'r O'Brien th’ conthractor, an’ me way led me by a shtreet Oi niver wor on befoor. jist near th’ carnet Oi cocked up me eye an’ it fell on a sign-boord nailed over a bit av <2 ON HIS GUARD. a shtore. “1s .RerorTER— What is your name, my good man?” “It’s th’ divi’s own poor reader Oi am, meboy, but Oi got ON ‘man t* be Wishlyocated, widout thryin’ ¢ hlay bunce om him? Epes one es t'th' sign, ‘McRooney,' it said, ¢° th’ best o' me eyesight. .O} seen a few odd ‘n inds o’ ghroceries in th’ windy, an’ havin’ th’ remimbranche av a pound o’ tay th’ ould ‘ooman wor axin’ me for in th’ “LADIES” WILL APPRECIATE. marnin, Oi wint in th’ dure.sThey wor a shmall bit av_a dar-rk “Such a beautiful, long Jersey coat I'm having made to wear in my complected felly sittin’ on a box inside, an’ Oi says, says 1, *Good- 0m mornings, Lil.” 3 avenin’, Mishter MacRooney: how “ My dear, I wouldn't think of having a Jersey wrapper unless you do th’ tay mar-rket be th’ d have ten or fifteen minutes to spare every morning before breakfast.” “Wid that, Dinny, Oi got a “ What do I want ten or fifteen minutes before breakfast for ?” clump on th’ hid o° me thot wud “Why, to sew up the rips.” busht a rock, an’ th’ foorst ting Oi knowed Oi wor aisin’ mesilf on me MARY'S LITTLE PIE. in th’ ci . inte pi : M it Pickin’ shplinters out o' me eyes an’ She crimped it all around the edge He dallied with that little pie thot haythin MacRooney yellin’ th’ ‘With fig-u-ra-tives stunning. And now he's under cover. loongs out av him fer a cop. : ——_—_—_——_ “Oi'm here now, Dinny, an’ yez AMATEUR PHOTOGRAPHY. kin bet yure life it ‘ll be a long day Simpson.— What does this represent, Cammerer? I've studied it befoor Murty Conlin mishtakes a from every point of view, but vainly.” Roman Oyetalian fer a Mic Cammerer—" Why, that’s the late great railway accident, in which “It wor flour pipe-stims called two trains were telescoped.” ‘maccyrooney” he wor sellin, an’ it’s Simpson—" You don't say! [fancied it might represent the wreck me thot put an insult to him be call- of a phonograph which had tried to record the chatter of three young in’ him out av his nem!" women on a street-corner.” comicbooks.com