Judge — July 26, 1890 — page 5: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

MORNING IN OUR FLAT. RZ NY 118 dumb-waiter comes whizzing high, Ne Vells at the speaking-tube, EN The milkman with his scant supply, “The iceman with his cube Intangible. ‘There likewise speaks A voice which tells us that ‘The janitor our ashes seeks— It's morning in our flat, The Nulyweds (so thin the floor) Are parting for the day * That Tucker baby—what a roar, Though it's three flights away ! ‘The man across the three-foot hall Is hunting for his hat With language strange and biblical “Tis morning in our fiat. ‘The scents of many breakfasts do Blithesomely circulate ; We turn the folding-bed back to Its square-piano state And on the sofa-bureau sit. ‘The janitress says “* Seat ! Unto the matin peddler. It Is morning in our flat. TOTTERING UPRIGHT as Goon Deacox WittkFEts—"'Dere’s one ob Brer Meeker's brammy hens a-comin’ in A REBUFF. a’ do’. = : = Mrs. t3—"* Les be hones’ en shoo her out.” Maddox (meeting Gazzam) —* Good-morning ! De. Hol’ on, chile, hol’ on! She iooks kinder anxious, like she was czam (heading him offy—"No; 1 haven't used FROM JONES’S NOTE-BOOK. POLITE man should be polite to all women— even to his wife. ON A MISER. OUR lives are writ in poetry, Some blank verse Others in rhyming cadence, merry song Hut one I know, of overflowing purse, Would scarcely make a stanza four lines long. TRAVEL IN THE WEST. Nebraska farmer —" Nellic, didn’t | hear you say you wanted to go over into Kansas on a visit?” Daughter —"Yes, pa.” Nebraska farmer —" Well, hurry up and get your valise packed. ‘There’s a cyclone due in a half-hour that'll take you over.” MISUNDERSTOOD HIM. Miss pe SaitH —"* Our engagement is broken from this moment, Mr. Roberts." Mr. Rosexts—" Why, I've done nothing, have 17" Miss pe Swit uu have. You promised to teach me lawn-tennis, and the first thing you do is to call me ‘ Thirty, love and I not a day over seventeen, and you know it.” TWO EVILS. SOWELL. young man,” said the irate parent, “if you persist in your present course you will sup sorrow with a spoon.” T don’t know whether that can be wor ice-cream with a fork,” returned the profliga tried that.” LINES ON A CURL. A CURE that I shall ne'er forget Till mind and memory fail Is not the curl of the maid I love But the curl of my pug-dog’s tail eKINDNE! BY PROXY. . KI So BN: a ON THE CO-OPERATIVE PLAN, Schaumberger (sitting, tries to “ mash" pretty shop-girl ae cates % ae ie ers standing up in'"L~)—*Py gracious! if mein poy, Moses vas THE TRAVELER —" Why is everything broken? Has there been a railway accident?” es THE Bal -SMASHER—"'Oh, no, I've just gone into partnership with my brother, here I vould make him gief you his sead preddy quick the trunk-maker over the way. comicbooks.com