Judge — January 19, 1889 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE AN ORIGINAL BAIT. 3.—"'T guess I'll swallow him anyhow.” 4.—" You is de fo'th fool "gator I'se cotched to-day wid dat Injy-rubber picininny dat was sent down hyar from New Vawk by de serciety fur de perven- tion ob eru'lty ter chil’n.” WILLING TO TRY IT. HE DIDN’T ASK CREDIT. Two Irishmen walking along the Bowery stopped under a sign printed Jack Borrowit— V'm in a peck of trouble, Tom: and 1 wish, if you in Hebrew letters, can, you would help me out. “ An’ wot's that, Moike?" asked one. Wiggins —" Any way “ Begorra, [ dunno! but ef Oi had moi flute, dom me ef Oi wuddn't can, my boy; only don’t a troi to play it. again to put my name on the = tas back of your note. LOVE .AND: (TIME, Borrowwit (with an injured When fret we went together, you and 1, wy ae ae ee How soon we learned how love could make time fy? ie) Lee askin Now: years ye'veibeen sopeiters an we oh your eredit, Tom—all 1 want is To know and feel how time can make love Gy a little—eash HE MISUNDERSTOOD. You who of love a knowledge prize To learn need not go far ; Church-goer—" How did you like the children’s Christmas music, Love's teachers are a woman's eyes, Mr. Ransom 3" ‘And you the pupils are. Occasional church-gocr—" The music was all right, but it seems to me as if after Christmas eve you ought to drop the song about the stock- ings. Church-goer—* My dear man, we didn’t sing any song about’ stock- ings.” Occastonal church-goer—" Why, yes, you did, Nearly every other word was ‘ Hose Anna. SOCIETY NOTE. MRS. ROONEY was making a christening call on Mrs. Holleran the other day and a weird thing happened. It was in this way. Mrs. Holleran’s son Jamesey, a likely lad of nine years and a broad mouth, had captured a stray kitten on the previous day, and when Mrs. fe in she innocently dropped into a chair and on the em- byro cat with a thud like a hodful of S gone wrong, t's heaven's own mornin’, Mrs, Hol leran,” she said, an’ Oi Vought Oi'd be afther lookin’ in on yez t' find out phether yure man’s cough wor aisin’ off th’ lungs av—say, darlin’, phat kind av a cush'n have yez in th’ chair? Sure it do be mov- in’, so it do, Here! here!” and as she reached around and pulled out what w: left of the poor pussy she continued, * Oi'm a long time in Har-r-r-lem, Mrs. Holleran, an’ Oi've seen shtrange t'ings, but phin it comes t’ mekin’ yure nebburs drown yure cats by baitin’ chairs wid thim, yez can A RUIRTATION. DIsCOURAGER: ixchuse me from callin’ again," and she walked out. Mrs. Holleran was so morti- 7 Mr. Center (swho has not been introduced }—"* May 1 have the pleasure of fied that she threw a flat-igpn and knocked **i"K, You home? Miss Vest Thanks, but I've got four brothers and a father, and a goat off the front fence. they're all here. (7v her friend.) Some more greens taken down Emeline.” comicbooks.com