Judge — July 12, 1890 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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TRUE in’t no sinecure—jes’ lay the baby down, Go easy, now, ‘n’ turn the cradle roun’ Out o' the sun—the little lamb! He didn’t sleep last night, Them ol moskeeters buzzin’ roun'—'n' spread the net—that's right, He's safe ‘n’ soun’, ‘n’ thank the Lord—jes’ pick up off the floor ‘Them clo’es-pins he was playin’ with, I'll need ‘em all 'n' more. ‘The washin’'s pilin’ big this week—'n’ Mandy, you come here ' I want them things run thro’ the blue, ‘n’ rinse ‘em lively, dear. O; MARRIA He's fas’ asleep. Of course folks got to marry, child—them on the b'iler-lid— The Lord ai id. Lallus think it's worried him right from the very firs’ To have ol” maids left over—'n’ bachelors is worse ! "N" yet, they have the bestest time * there's lots 0° comfort, Mandy Hut, sho! I wouldn't change fear, different when he made ‘em as he ‘t meant no they git some peace 'n’ ease, ‘n’ doin’ as you please. ‘em; they ain't got much to Nor nothin’ much to hope, I uess—keep rinsin’ lively, dear, POP-CORN. te] ACKNOWLEDGE found himself t “Does it pop?” asked the sweet girl slyly. OFTEN REMARKED TO THE BUTTON. Goslin —* Here's a new collah Dolley my collar-button.” the corn,” he replied, when he aten in the discussion. led the * Yuba Dam." They will go well with I must bay some. TO A WIFE. THOUGH he should all his: m Remember he your spouse is And be quite sure he is asleep | Ere you go through his trousers, keep, OLD CHOCOLATE’S JOCOSERIOUS CHAT. CUOK'S dog doan’ hankah toe hunt. De man dat loses ‘is dog lis’ens toe ebery bab A-many dat ‘plain ob de dus’ ud ‘p! Wiv no bad Iu lain ob de rain, ob good fawehune. Yo" kin tell how well de hiah'd man sowed w'en yo" git to reap. * dollah from Pompey’s dollah dar ud be fewah vieves. d trade yo" barrow fo” a mule ‘membal dat yo" barrow doan’ eat. No mattah w'at yo nabah may claim, de sun an’ moon er ez much you's ez his. “Cluck, cluck !" ex de goslin’, Dar er a-many dat take big chances. dahs git intoe prison. Hit makes a deal ob difence wudder yo" owe a man er he owes y | how yo" hearin’ : yo" cud tell y "make de chick beleeb hit can't swim jes’ ez well Some ob um git nib, an’ od- m wren he hails, 1A watonon, | eon UNUSED ‘TO THE GAME. Gkavesexp TouT—" I see you've torn up your ticket.” HOLLERAN (at his first racey—" Oi did, bad luck to it! Oi bet on that Salvatoor fer phlace, an’ th’ ungrateful divil kem ir, foorst !” Mrs, Skene Mrs. Hour ried on that yachting-trip to Bar Harbor.” NQUIRER wants long distances It's according to the dog. he will find his we will be likely to get lost if he walks BLUE. = I bin through troubl "'n' las’, enough to turn my hair Whiter ‘n’ them there pillar-shams—why, la! the wear ‘n’ tear Jes’ of the every days, not countin’ sickness in, nor death, But jes’ the chil'ren ‘n’ the meals ‘n’ drawin’ daily breath "N’ goin’ daily roun’s—my, my! But there, I won't complain ; Td turn back to my weddin'-day ‘n’ start right in again "N’ go clean through it, every ache ‘n’ pain ‘n’ smile ‘n’ tear— Don't let them collars git too blue ; keep rinsin’ lively, dear. I can't see as we've any right to lounge about 'n’ laze ; 1 I know I'd be a-scared up roun’ the las’ part of my days ‘To think I'd had too good atime. It ain't a Christian's lot ; ) oa Not ‘cordin’ to the promises. I'd liefer far than not Jes’ feel the thorns a-hurtin’ the cross I'nt boun’ to bear— Folks don't git crowns fer nothin’, Mandy, here nor any. where. I'd rather have my ups 'n' downs whichever way I steer, “N’ life won't never git too blue, a-movin’ lively, dear. A BARE- FACED RECORD. Mrs. terested in? Mrs. Hovter—"An autograph album.” ‘They're awfully stupid usually. Don’t you think so?” This one isn't. It's Tom's cheque-book that he car- } “What are you so ine GREAT DIFFERENCE IN DOGS. know “if dogs can find their way home from If it’s one you want to get rid of home from Manitoba. "If it’s a good one he i a hundred yards away. JULY. JULY when most men think they're jus! In swearing and complainii all the day, ‘Thou wert not made for work, but just for play— A sail, row a carriage-ride, A tennis-game on lawns well-trimmed and wide. ‘The truth is, though, at home we're forced to stay, And get a whiff of air as best we may Whilst unto desks and counters we are tied. ‘Thou mayst be good, July, for those who are Possessed of wealth and from all care aloof, But as for us, our joys are here displayed An hour's ride within an open car, An outing now and then upon the roof, Free baths, ‘e-water, and red lemonade. FOR THE SUMMER SEASON. ! Hotel clerk —"\ can make myself useful to you, sir.” Hotel proprietor —"\ don't want a man who can make him- self useful 1 want one who can make himself ornamental. comicbooks.com