Judge — November 15, 1890 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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84 HUM OF THE COURT. LAST WORDS of Grover Cleve- land—"I am in the best of health.” ‘*HTE WAS a good man,” says a correspondent, speaking of one who recently died. “ Requi- escat in Omaha.” Q’ TION ATTENDING every theatrical marriage — Love match, or scriptural experi- ment for advertising purposes? BIRCHALL says his posthumous work is not written to get fame. So far as it fails in that line the better for his surviving relatives. THE PRICE paid for the McAl- lister book by the publishers is the only amusing thing in it; and that isn’t half as amusing as it is sad. OUNG STEPHANI, having been adjudged insane, is happy. It would have been as much as his life was worth to have his w about him. OW E. F. S, makes himself great: We love him for his quips and cranks, His sprightly, winning wiles; How sweet and gay his prinks and pranks, The which the world beguiles— And he is happiest when he weeps, And saddest when he smiles. E THOUGHT from the heavy pre-election storms that the prohibitionists would carry everything; and they did, as usual—everything but the ballot-boxes. ITTLE TOM GRADY came up in Ohio too. What he wanted to say was that the remark that he was dead and buried was premature by at least five minutes. TE MARLBOROUGHS, according to some accounts, have reached that lofty breeding which enables them to enjoy themselves con- tentedly at the expense of everybody else. $e JOHNNY “ HOPE, pardoned by Governor Hi believed to have been innocent. “That's what hurts me, “Jimmy” Hope, his father, “Johnny had a good chance to be guilty, and he ought to've kept his reputation.” Visttor —"* Indeed 7" A CHANGE Mr. SWEETSER (on a southern trip)— son of a sea-cook did you put in my lower berth ‘Tue rorTER — se me, sah, I's” Mx, Sweetser—''I'm not taking any excuses, Rout the cheeky codger out, and be quick about it !” you black dog-robber! what SHENANDOAH CRACKER —"* Yes, sah, A VALUABLE RETRIEVER. Visttor—" What do you call your dog, sir?" SHENANDOAH CRACKER —"* Winchester.” When they’s any shootin’ goin’ on he's allus twenty miles away.' T IS A COMMON thing in European cabinets to commence the dis- © ssion of the day with the question, “What has Murat Halstead to say on this subject?” and if there is no satisfactory response the question is roped with sickening suddenness. ARA APPEARS in five different costumes as Cleopatra, each of ther consisting of a piece of cloth six yards long. As a drama in behalf of the economical principle—and we do not include Sara's bodily sinuosity —this drama cannot be too highly praised. T IS A GREAT thing for a man to preserve his equanimity in a theatre at the same time that his loud talk has taken away that of the actors and half the house; but we should think he would be afraid of a horse- whip, and redden with chagrin because he ha't fairly carned one. Ae OF FRONT. — {One second later) —"* Hold on! never mind, Shake up upper five, and I'll sleep there.” Pe comicbooks.com