Judge — June 22, 1889 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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174 OLD CHOCOLATE’S JOCOSERIOUS CHAT. A DENT in de dough ull show in de loaf. De man dat kin steer de boat needn’ row. Ef yo" go ‘cross-lots yo’ er gotto climb fences. A cat eats suffin’, but de rats er laikly to eat mo’, Ef yo" er got a lazy nabah, wuck w'enebbah yo’ fin’ he am idle. MUSIC HATH CHARMS. BOVE MY ROOM a maiden dwells Who plays and sings from mom to night ; In wondrous shrieks and bangs she tells ‘The raptures born of * Love's Delight.” At times in tones so shrill she'll ring idier’s Tent !" AAngn with plaintive s The woes of Al Toreieties ian Ber areas (She pounds it so unfeelingly) By a most cruel fate was sent De good dinnah dat yo’ doan’ hab toe pay fo’ yo’ enjoy . ‘o barase and to torture me, de mos’. For who can stand ten hours or m¢ oy De aigs er good w’en de hen lays um, an’ ef dey spile ic comes My Swetsbeart, Gime to Me, As it comes floating through the toot In strangest sounds, discordantly._ Yestreen, while conning ancient lore ‘And musing on life's proble A hymn she uttered o'er and o'er- “Twas Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep.” But did she sleep? “I heaved a sigh. What could f do? Wha protet make? I could but tear my hair and c S"Thou'et stil awake, tbou'r still awake !" hit a’n’t de hen’s fault. F Aftah yo ‘er bean dar an’ seen hit all, yo ‘er ap’ toe won- dah wat drew de crowd, De man w’at borrers yo’ ga'den-rake an’ brings hit back in de wintah gin'ly makes hit a ‘scuse toe borrer a measha ob meal. 5. A. WALDRON NATHAN M. Levy, FAKED FINERY. Mus. DoNavAN—"'It's a bit aya new opery-cloak that Donavan brought Mrs. Cassipy (faking a surreplitions peep as she goes aray)—" Oi'm me from th afeered thim Donavans is losin’ money in Wall shtreet.” | MUST BE FRIENDLY. A WICKED, WICKED MAN. Ajones —" Vou and Giles have become At the club, | great friends of late.” “So far as I'm concerned, I'd marry Merritt—"\ should say so, When a small woman rather than a large one we meet now he doesn’t tap me on the any dai shoulder; he thumps me in the back.” “But why?” “Because of two evils one naturally chooses the least.” LAST YEAR'S WARDROBE. HERE STILL remain to memory dear- | ‘And not yet lost to sight—the laces | T wore so gayly at the pier, | ‘AUNewport hops, and Long Branch races. ‘Some slippers, too some boots—a few Chic gowns, still fresh enough for service With alterations—yet ‘tis true | ‘Their contemplation makes me nervous. E. ASKED fair Maud to marry ; By letter she replied. He read it—she retused hit He shot himself, and died. He might have been alive now, ‘And she his happy bride, Ifhe had read the postscript Upon the other side. an "ought to be cejoiced to know wardrobe did outlast the season ; Ver atl eam but gre re, and ob Tis not without ample reason. Gowns, laces, boots, remain ; but then: This truth'a mournful question co Where, where, oh, where, are last year’s men, Dear last year's lovers? AN IMPOSSIBILITY. Typewriter agent —"\ called to see | you in reference to your type-writer. Would you exchange if you could get some improvements? Merchant —"\ can't; Vm engaged to DEAR IN ANOTHER SENSE. Bagley —" You never had anything to do with your cousin Henderson during the latter years of his life, did you?" Bailey —"N Bagley —" Why, then, do you speak of him as your ‘dear relative"? Bailey —" Because | signed several notes for him at one time of my life.” NO TRUTH IN IT. her.” Bagley —" How about that report that a has gained circulation, Bailey, to the effect TWO OF A KIND. that you were tarred and feathered last Blacksmith —" $-s-s-see h-he-ere, night?” B-b-b-bob! st-st-stestrike, _qu-qu-quick, HIS WATERLOO. fey —“V'm surprised, Bagley, that the-the Mx, Gareny (sith a desire to be ough) —" We bad some aw. YOU should take any stock in such a story Helper —* Wh-wh-where?” Playing at the club last night.” here’s no truth in it.” Blacksmith (in a discourages Then you weren't tarred and Nev-er-ever m-m-mind n-now. Q JL" Which” ame, do you prefer—battledore, little Sally Waters or puss in the corner ? Bailey “Well, | wasn’t feathered.” comicbooks.com