Judge — 1889 — page 27: what you’re looking at

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DRIVING A BARGAIN, m yez give me the job av cleanin’ out this bank ?- y sorry, my good woman, but the cashier has already done that THI S FROM SOME BLANK VERSE. “Whitlin'? Waal, kind 'r. What 'm I makin’? Not so pow'ful much t’ day. Takin 't kind 'r easy like. Sa friend, ever see a feller Squar' th’ circle? Don't know how ‘t's done? Git out! Yer foolin’, No? Come yere. Git straight- grained white wood ; thet 's been pryin’ n: Ease off th’ angles. Yer dow't need gliss ter scrape it if yer handy. What 'm I drivin’ at? Sho! child. Kate, she tried ter git—she didn’t steal it—tried fer git a squar’-sawed tie off ‘nth’ railroad tucked inter th’ hen stove through th’ er. a. soft an’ chunk 4 A PRUDENT MAID. “T think [would soon an impression on Prude if it wasn't for t horrid parrot which she keeps in the parlor, d De Jinks, “That's all imagin: replied Merritt. there myself, If she cared anything for you she would throw a cover over the cage whenever you called. JUDGE WONDERS NEVER CEASE. WASHINGTON COUNTY HAYSEED—" Well, begosh ! T've often hear tell on paper machin makes paperand prints it at ther same time, but I never ‘spected ter see one. these city folks is hummers, I reck« Gosh! No girl can make a fool of a man unless he has first made a fool of himself. LOST HIS GRIP. Eprrok—* You don't send us any more poems; have you stopped writing?” Port—*+No, given out. sir; my stamps have EXPERIMENT TEACHES. “Suc,” said Tom, Could it be he mi Phe concussion © Always makes the ee Seflame flicker.” id_ you hear this 2” M10 trick her ?) iments they tried rests of science, 3 she compl Soon had formed a strong al After trials (wo or three, Happy as a man in liquor, ¢ itflicker, Suc!" said he ; Quoth the maiden, «Let it flicker.” The idle man passes a long day. UNBECOMING PRIDE. “Since Alphonse won that hat and those cigars on the election he's gut to be too proud to notice anybody.” A CASE OF SUGGESTION. Master Freddy had just been playing with Mars, a big black Newfoundland, his frequent com- panion, Just then a chimi who had been at work’ all the morning, came in for his pay. “And don't you like the sweep, Freddy ?” asked his aunt when the man of soot had gone out. “Oh, no!” “And why not? Although he is black he is very kind.” ; but he wouldn't give me sweep, Inyeute daralserate nyou i, If poor, dine when you can, Orricer oF THE DAY—"*Salute EXAMPLE IS CONTAGIOUS. when you see an officer or Tl put you in HiGH-private Connors (af the barracks five minu ck yure hat the guard-house !” clane off yez phin yez see an Irish sojer, yez shnake comicbooks.com