Judge — September 14, 1889 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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the ctresses, the |; a funny way style. “Twa eat guns! what a meal that was, You see, me and Billy is the original Great American Travelers. To be sure, neither of us carries his ancestral tree round loose; but, as I once heard a Philadelphia woman say—poor thing! she died one day when she had spoken so loud that ard her voice — nothing when you're bust. across him down in Refiner she 1 where I am compelled by my doc tor’s orders to sleep in an ice-cart. We struck hands, and after half a minute's talk we liked each other so much that we'd have gone each oth er's bond for half a million. And ‘was then Billy asked me if I'd join him at breakfast. So we walk- ‘ed up to Morrisania, where the bas- ket was. And oh! what a spread I will never forget that meal. We led off with a large piece of corn- bread that a Murray hill cook gave Billy because she called her Mrs. Langtry. He says she was so home- ly that when she came to the ai gate the electric bell began ringing. ‘That cornbread was a three-bagge del ntoxicating. It was served with a cold coffee-sauce. Nothing can beat that combination when you're sitting in the cool woods with bird-songs ringing in your ears and the smell of Farmer Hupaim —* it’s a snake, Git out, yeou varmint ! A RIGHT ROYAL MERRY- MAKING, E AND BILLY is twins hereafter. india-rubber bi having a pal who knows the run o' your victuals and y of the ground where you sleep o' nights. I'm very glad I struck one. And it came about in such a very dude dinner did it. -flowers blowing in your face. Then we had a course of sausage, It was too highly seasoned for my palate, but good and didn’t bark. 1 think it was a mistake to introduc: Sf they’s anythin’ I dispise on th’ face of th’ yearth JUDGE None of your kind the poets and is a very neat thing finder. ess; but 1g about. Kind 0° home-and-sister, high-clock substantial. But it did excellently well and I would not appear a fault- Next we had an enfrée, a potato-and-egg salad. 1 must admit emigration que A CUMULATIVE PLEASANTRY. Paste out of a place like th: Ma. Suewnack —"All right, sir; T'll go b have me, Lonly went in anyway out of patriot of seventy-six.” so early, as sausag is very k and s motiv« —"'Tam extremely sorry, sir, to see one of my parishioners coming y there if you'd rather jo get a little spirit amble through the south together durin; dreams of fair women, delicious nights, an abundance of beer, and no dogs. Alas! ‘tis but a dream now; but, ye gods! what a dream. RESCUED. Herr Weibenscuneiper —* B'raps the egg was wretched and evidently died in the throes of chicken-pox. , Billy, too, noticed the peculiar aroma, but deftly wedged in some ludicrous stories about the Californian climate, and spoke earnestly but briefly on the ion, It was a clever stroke and put me in a happy frame of mind for the deviled tomato that followed. And then we small bottle of Milwaukee which Billy had removed from a deliver on Second avenue, and a slice of fallen angel-food from the brown-stone Billy then produced two short ci- gars that he had found in front of a certain club-house, and we toyed with the dessert, It was a small and rather ripe muskmelon, ured in the cheek where it had evi dently reposed on a bed of ashes. You have never fully tasted the fla~ vor ofa melon unless you have puffed a good cigar between bites. And the cigars were excellent; you al- ways find good ones in front of that club. So we lay on our backs, blow- ing blue curls into the foliage and idly watching the cloud vessels, Billy regaled me with stories of his travels, for he has walked this coun- try over and can give any traveler points as to the abiding-places of dogs and the situations of deserted barns, I noticed the absence of coffee, as a wind-up, but a large red pepper was very acceptable, Never till my dying day will 1 forget that delicious meal. You can talk o' the Vandergould and Astor- bil dinners, but they could not hold candle to that spread. ‘Twas like a poem, delicately sentimental and charming, It stirred our hearts and awakened the well-springs of friend- ship. That is why we agreed to the coming winter, It awakened De WIT SrERRY, you dinks T pring me dot Frank. furter fer endicin’ der fishes, Nod mooch, I don’d ! comicbooks.com