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

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Ixocknoist—* Kean (faintle) —" Ves; Sh JOHN of Kansas, prohibitionist, ren Baptist, because he has lost his head t HAT E said during the first quarr here first, but — boo-hoo! —1I came in CORRECTION— It seems, first, that Prince George was his fight in’ Montreal, and, second, that there wasn’t any fight. FRoM HER PLACE of exile in England Louise Michel does some long-distance swearing that has never been excelled in force or volume. JOSEPH MEDILL furnishes more copy to the Chicago Tribune than any man on his staff. Joseph is deaf and can't hear him- self think—we suppose that accounts for it. WE ARE TOLD that men whose names are connected with scandal are t booed by society; so there must be very few of their sex among the four hundred. [8 FAIR TIME it never rains but it pours, and it alw: Evidently the law- making agriculturist must: make terms with the heavens above as well as the earth below. HE LADY who gave six million pounds to the cause of Boulanger and the count of Paris shows that it is possible for some women to be as big political fools as some men. THE UNDERTAKERS of Illinois have decided in convention to put higher prices on their coffins. ‘This sort of rapacity will go on until men resolve to cheat the undertaker and live as long as they can. THE GOLDEN -ROD gives out a poison that produces sickness resembling grip. This would never have been suspected, per- haps, if the golden-rod had not been elected. *The sunlight of success has its little dark spots. RS. POTTER is said to be more anx- ious to retire from the stage than her friends formerly were to have her retire; but alas! her old place in society has so nar- rowed that there is no longer room for her there. rains, You're coming around all right, my rocky AS HE EMERGED FROM THE boy. SWOON. T remember. Say, Bri HUM OF THE COURT. Dk. MeGtys minds us of the celebrated 00. el—"It’s true that you got a good second.” REC whipped in NE KNEW THE BRAND. AERONAUT at heavens, man! what are you doing? Don't you know that it is’ suicide to light a cigar under this immense gas-bag? She'd explode ina second, and we'd be dashed to pieces !" Passencer—"'T think that would suit_me exactly few whiffs, It’s a cigar that old Brown gave me this prevailing corruption in politics. kind of world, doctor; it’s easy enough. Miss Overale fell on you when her horse threw her." what a stunning girl she is, isn't she?" N condemns .the getting of riches and likewise the Go ahead and get up a new ‘T VOTE demonstrates that Miss Braddon is more widely read than any other novelist, and as people read novels not so much to be elevated as interested the count was doubtless correctly made. SEVERAL French duelists have hurt each other recently. We have long felt that there would presently be such results from such fooling, and it is high time to put a stop to it. HEN a Democratic convention chides the president, with tears in its eyes, for not carrying out the civil-service law, that is a good time to feel astonished and weep some yourself. TO JAY GOULD—So you wrote an essay to show that honesty was the best policy when you were thirteen years old, did you? Why, dear boy, how you've grown, and how oaks from little acorns flow ! Now THAT she is married, Mary Ander- son has no friends. Somebody says she has the biggest feet of any stage beauty, and for our part we shall think up some mean things to say of her husband, THE QUESTION is being discussed, “ Did Daniel Webster drink brandy to ex- cess?” An equally interesting and valu- able topic arising therefrom is, “ What was the quality and did he happen to pay for in?” THE MAN had come in late, intoxicated, and soaked with rain. “How is the weather?” asked the wife sweetly.‘ Beau’- ful, beau’ful!" he remarked with enthusiasm. “Pah!” she said with disgust; “you remind me of a weather bureau.” WILLIAM RILEY wrote from Maine to get a pension, and this brought out the fact that his family in Massachusetts had long mourned him as dead. This must be the Rise-up William Riley to whom the minstrel years agone gave the invitation, “Oh, come along with me.” comicbooks.com