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MIGNON. HE can dance like a fairy, So light and so airy, Her grace is the grace of a fawn; While the chic of her poses Suggests wind-blown roses When shedding their dew-pearls at dawn. As she glides and untangles And tinkles her bangles We wonder at motion so free. You should see her spin by Like a great dragon-fly— But you can't—I forget—pardon me. You ask me the reason, And though it is treason T'll tell you just why she’s sé rose : She instructs us at Vassar In dancing /a chasseur, Which it never would do to expose. NO DOUBT OF IT. SeYVELL, Mrs. Brown, how does your daughter get along on the piano?” “Law sakes, Mrs. Jones! but I did hear her quite ten bars ahead You know I cacher say only yesterda so she must be maki ain't no musician myself; *Emma, my thild, you're ome progress, mustn’t she ?"* cagsiage WAY OF THE WORLD. T defaulters I can't see How men can be protected, Because they always prove to be The ones that none suspected. CROSS-LIGHTS. Weal or woe—The teamster. Cantankerous—The growler. Calling names—The roll-call. tch back—A flogged bo A piece of the mind—Scolding. Giving us a rest—The police- Caught at last—The shoe- aker. Throwing up The sick man, Pulling up with a round turn — The bucket from the well, a sttuation— THE THREE FEATHERS. THE CARRIAGE DEALER —" How would this crest suit you for the panels? It belongs to the prince of Wales, there's nothing to prevent your using i Mk. Pyu Mother, we're in luck! Why alive, we ‘made our money sellin” Philadelphia poultry !" mes [CHIN’ ON BEHIND, I TELL you, boys, it ain't no use A-ketchin’ on behind ; ‘The steps you save by that ‘ere muse Are steps you needn't mind. ‘The man who walks with steady stride, Fear not the lash of keen satire ‘That drives the car of fate; slip who shuns the mire, , nor pause to prat tell you, boys, jump off the cart And pat speed ; Let _persever And honor he your creed. THAT MAKES A DIFFERENCE, “Is it right to speak of a man as ‘of the MeCrackle McCorkle MeCrackle suades hi Ic is if the subject is u What has that to do with “Why, if he is married his wife per- arried.” Gripiey Gripiey his state ever since the war.” Mupp—" You don’t say so!" CALEDON PARK THE HIGHLANDER'S PLIGHT. Cuier MacPuerson —"* Sergeant Kelso !" Ketso—"* Oi, oi, sir!” Crier MacPHersox —"' Tell Corporal MacTavish when he borrow: to borrow one large enough. ‘This is not a ballet.” STUCK TO HIS TEXT. +4 PITY a poor blind man with a large family!" eried a way “And how many children have you, unfortunate man? lady in great concern. “ How can I tell, madam? asked a T can't see “em.” FROM BAD TO WORSE. Wife —* Poor John! There isn’t a better-hearted man alive, but his life seems to be full of mistakes.” Friend —*You don't say! Wife store,” What is your husband doing now “He has just got a position as prescription-clerk in a drug- VERY APPROPRIATE. Miss Amy —" Why have you named your yacht the Kiss, Mr, Dolley? Isn't that a queer name Dolley —" Not at all. It is a little smack, you see.” AT THE CONVENTION. See that old fellow over there? It's a notorious fact that he's been selling out "Yes, Ido. Ile’s a granite dealer up in Rutland, Vermont. comicbooks.com