Judge — July 13, 1889 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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220 HUM OF THE COURT. OTTO for elevated road: “The public be jammed.” HE MAN who is ashamed of his religion has no religion to be ashamed of. ]F_ CHICAGO will only tum that Clan-na-Gael into a “Clan-na- Jail the American public will be better pleased. ‘T SEEMS to be natural that artists should paint angels with blonde hair. ‘They must have dyed to become angels. PENNSYLVANIA, jin view of the late calamity and her vote on the prohibition question, may be properly lool a survival of the wettest. THE GRASS permits those Indians to do journeys and and even Sitting Bull d sufficiently to antici- pate a few enjoyable outings and killing OGIC—William Nye never lost his hair because he never had Nye has a very thick head—a very thick hi ed upon as ny hair to Jose. ‘Therefore Mr- d of hair, EPOTISM is bad, but a president must not be made to shut his wife out of the white house in order to make a position suited to the claims of another person. NA VERY hot day a Princeton student stol for it. al of that experiment. a thermometer and was One cannot very well steal a hot stove, but this is ESTIMATED that there are 50,000 Irishmen in this countr to free Ireland. Also estimated that nothing of that kind done until each organization succeeds in killing off all the others. WE DO NOT believe that Senator Blackburn ever pulled s Chandler's ear. At the most he might have wanted to borrow the car, or ina moment of abstraction he might have scratched it under the temporary impression that it was his own, ONE THINKS invoiun- tarily, in reading of the great Pennsylvania disaster how singular it is that the Rev. Mr. Towne is one of the few geographically located bodies that were not swept away; but he was not located in Pennsylvania. SOME LADIES of Kansas have organized a society to cultivate the art of conver- sation. At first glance that Seems to be more coals for Newcastle, but we must re- member that one branch of the art of conversation con- sists of the power of keeping your tongue still, THE SUPREME COURT of Massachusetts has timate relations with a woman, and blackens the character of the woman so as to oblige a separation from her subsequent husband, shall pay $30,000 for his villainy. ‘That is most excellent law and justice; and further than Doronity —"" Ves; A DOUBTFUL COMPLIMENT. UNcLY Braniey (af the part) —" Having a good ride, little one?” ‘ou make an ever so much nicer one than Harold's got,” LOVE AND UTILITY. LaunceLor—" This boat is so very low-studded T can't feather the oars at all.” Etaine—"'I hope you'll have better luck with the process in our new nest, dear, Mamma's a bit doubtful.” that the man ought to be obliged to confer his immortal soul, if there is any good in it, on somebody else. THE GRANDMOTHER of the emperor of China is eighty-nine, blind, deaf, and a cripple, and all her glory couldn't buy her an hour of health and beauty or the knowledge that she had the heart of even a cheap man, That is where every American girl is richer and royaler than she. SELF-FORGETFULNESS. Mrs, Slim —* Vow indecently low Mrs, Slow wears her dresses!" Mrs, Vain—Ves, it’s disgusting, she’s so awfully proud ; but, would you believe it? she bought all my old di when I went into mourning.” IT MADE QUITE A DIFF NCE, THEY WERE talking about the Hudson and the Potomac rivers, and an inland resident thought he had settled the question when he “The Hudson is a fine river and I'm a New-Yorker and ought to stick up for it, but, boys, the Potomac lays clear over it.” “Have you seen both rivers?” one had the temer- ity to ask. “Course I have, You don’t suppose I speak with- out knowledge, do you?” “When did you see the Potomac?” “On my wedding-trip.” “Ah! And when did you gain your experience of the Hudson?” “One time when I went to New York to attend a cred- itors’ meeting. I lost every cent of my claim.” RATHER INGENIOUS. Mrs. Brown —* Come here this moment, Johnnie! I must punish you for sliding down the banisters.” Little Johnnie —* Please, ma, didn’t you just tell me not to make a noise running down stairs?” comicbooks.com