Judge — August 23, 1890 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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GE NG DOW: CouNT Pakasertt—"* Waiter, T seem to be the only one in the dining- room, ‘THe watrer —"'Yo's raight, boss. 1)" rest ob d! folks has ea y ‘otal 90 TO SOLID COMFORT. Count Paraserrt—" That being the case, I think that for once I'll enjoy my soup.” A NIGHTMARE, ¢ instead of sleeping I seemed to take a notion to enter into dreamland and give my fancy sway Queer meditation keeping my thoughts in strange com- 9 until I felt a tremor that would not pass I saw Queen Aphrodite propounding to Apollo a most peculiar question, a complicated riddle ; And Jupiter the mighty within a mountain -hollow called all the gods before him and played upon the fiddle. Micawber was in limbo, a brilliant halo o'er him, discussing with dear Trad- dles a wondrous jeu d'esprit ; A critic, arms akimbo, with twenty beers before him, was busy in explaining a Wagner ecstasy ; ‘A very funny writer, whom no one ever grected—although a large-sized au- dience the king of jesters dubbed him— Lecoming somewhat brighter, an awful pun tion they all rose up and clubbed him ; A dozen lovely lasses, poetic tales rehearsing, threw loves that worked like miracles, ompleted, when with decisive ac- ck glances at me And I on dew-decked grasses sat long with them conversing until pneumonia and half a dozen ills; And when I went to kiss them, in manner far from tragic (that is to say, according to all romantic lore), I found I did but miss them—for such is nightmare’s dreamland and tumbled to the floor ! ght ic; Tleft my bed and HUM OF THE COURT. T MAY not be that Mr. Kemmler died happy, but the public is happy that he has died. EVERYBODY is telling in the newspapers how to eateh fish, and no body is catching any. THE WORLD admires is dead and the adr Fremont very much, now that he ation is econom T IS TIME to chide the administration for its absence from Washington, and yet most servants have the right of a day off. INE OUT of ten editors are worrying themselves over articles about the necessity of taking a rest. Let them give their readers one. WE SHOULD think that the unel the missionaries would send us directions as to how not to dress in hot weather. . ‘THE ACTOR,” says the Detroit /ree Press,“ must have the moon when he cries for it.” Ye particular and the various little stars. THE YOUNG CHINAMAN of the Sunday-school is ere- ating havoc in the respiration of the lady teachers there- of. Are we ruined by cheap Chinese piety? War MR. GLADSTONE will say to the angel of death Don’t be in such a deuced hurry! I've twenty first- rate speeches to make yet, and the world wants the M UART PHELPS objects strenuously to the low- necked dress. Such exhibitions always cause us to turn away, and we have to do it so frequently that it has nearly savages visited by and the bri; Last w a butterfly generated by heat folded its pretty wings and said it would die of its birth and be happy; and immediately there was tiothing left of it but a litle tawdry dust that the wind blew into some other world. Miss WINKLEY Mr. Winktry —"' Is yo" gwine Ud’ Robesons’ Miss Winktey —"' V: Mr, WINKLEY — hams in dem sleeves an’ fetch dem hoam, WE MUST be thankful that our virtues have saved us from those western cyclones, It shows that our excellence is understood, and let us go on with our well-doing——H'm! was that wild wind whistling down the New York chimney DRESSY DEPOS' “Low yo! laik mah new pahty-gownd, popper ?" night?” If dey ain't no one lookin’ aftah suppah, conceal a couple ob comicbooks.com