Judge — August 31, 1889 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE NEW TO THE SEA. E HAD mentioned Fire island, Having lived in inland city, And a trip we thought of taking, (Our small Jack had been a stranger For the blowing out of city dust To the pleasures of the wavelet With draughts of salty air; And the plashing of the spray ; And little Jack, who overheard, So we left the boy a-playing Had asked with due insistence In the sand at rear of hummock, That we take him on the junket, ‘And went to take some splashing As we took him everywhere. Ina quiet little bay. The waves had just engulfed us, And a lively game of “spatter” Was in progress, whea a shrill “ Halloa !” Brought Jack into our view. “What makes you people do that, Came the query, sharp and sudden, “When last week the plumber mended Our old bath-tub good as new ?” AT CONEY ISLAND, WHAT THE BATH-KEEPER HEARS FIFTY TIMES A DAY. TWENTY-FOUR! Where's twenty-four? Oh, this is mine; yours is across the way. Got your key? I'll take the satchel. Lizzie’s in nineteen. My, what a poky place! Come ina minute. This isn't my suit. You had atk the blue. Oh, patience! I never can appear in this, What Scam aR RS ar looking things! The buttons are gone. Why, every one MORE COMFORTABLE BY FAR. else looks just as bad! Where did Emma go? Emma! Emma! All N TALKIN! jout the domestic life of a well-known society couple right; wait there. Mrs, Smith is in twenty-one, Can't you let me have Benson said, “I understand the husband doesn’t lie on a bed ‘of towel? Maggie’s got the comb. Oh, my bangs! For goodness sake, roses. man, hurry and open this door for me—eighteen. I can’t stand here all “Well, I should hope not,” replied Bagley. “I find a hair mattress day, It was lovely. Such a surf! Hear my teeth chatter, Take a mouth- about as comfortable a thing to lie on as I want.” ful of whisky ; all good bathers do it. My ears are full of sand. Are you —— ready? Don’t come in HERE! Say, let me have a hair-pin? Oh, I do LOSING FAITH IN HIM. look such a fright! Nearly ready now. The horridest suit! I never cant Dan —\ sce Booth has been disappointing audiences in California.” 89 down the beach! Come on. Oh, how funny you look! Oh! Oh! ‘Henry >You don't mean it But look at ate! I declare, I never can, Orfly one string, and so short ! Dan—Yes,1 do, He played all of one week without having a single I'm disgraced. Where did you get that hat? 1 look the worst of all. mroke of paralysis rls, do hurry. Come on; who cares? Brace up and have some style. x SR te a Those horrid staring men! Yes; all right, in one minute. Are you A CHANCE ACQUAINTANC ready? Then come on, TWO MEN meet in a dark alley. First stranger — Pardon me; it is too dark to see your face or dis= MONOPOLIZE THE RAILROADS. tinguish your size, but if I mistake not you are * Jack-the-ripper. Farmer's wife —"\ suppose you will soon be leaving the country for Second stranger —"am. And, although I have never met you be- the city, won't you?” fore, 1 am quite confident from what I have read that your voice is that of Tramp—Yes, ma‘am; it's allus about this time of year that the Tascott of Chicago.” actors begin crowdin’ us off the-road.” First stranger —"\ is. Let us go — : down to the police-station, where we can be safe from the officers of the law.” A TYPICAL SUMMER TRAGEDY. SAID unto my love one d “Let's trip adown thia winding way. ‘The way. “The sylvan glade was sweet ‘The pool. T said,“ Let's fish from there outbrin, Here are some pieces short, of sri ‘The string We knotted knots into that twine Until we had a fishing-line. Tha ing en Rut ston with fear my love did baw From nooks the litle snakes did craw The litle maken a 0 And then the rin it downward dashed, ‘And epeedy lightning tigeag Seabed. The lightning. 2 = NZ = Upon the little pool did float [Aveery fragile Itle boat. ‘The boat. (~~) Quite wil, she jumped—the boat di fel Ter weight, and wriggle like an cel The eel. 2 My lovely love did get more wet “Than trom the akdeo for it upeet The boat. When from the pool I pulled my fair, . i t Her locks, once curled, were straightest hair. Her hair. ttt HOME FROM ABROAD. ‘And she no more will wall with me LIPHANT—"' You left Paris rather suddenly, didn’t you?” By pool oraiver: ube or sen v Yes. You sce papa had his exhibit at the exposition put up in cans and labeled ‘Tarde ‘The sea. C d’ Cincinnate," and those stupid Frenchmen thought it was a new Roman pomade and rubbed it on their hair. It ANISTINE aNDRESOS, Was too awful for anything. perry | comicbooks.com