Judge — January 31, 1891 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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WOMAN one hundred and five years old, known as the oldest woman on Long island, died the other day. When women get to. the age that is noticeable for its novelty they rather enjoy it. children. There is a sort of feeling of that kind on the part of white men too, but we suppose as a matter of civilization that doesn’t count. SALISBURY reminds one of the officer who was ordered to take a battery. “Say, general!” he remarked between bullets, “that’s a bad job, Don't you think we can compromise this trouble somehow?” [NCOME of the Astors twenty-three thousand dollars a day, while Jay Gould's is less than a third of that. We must not forget, however, that Jay's money is built with powerful facilities for the absorption of water. PITTSBURG WIFE ‘eloped on skates with a man who wasn’t her husband. When we add that the deserted man had one wooden leg and no skate for the other the meanness of the desertion will be apparent at a glance. EMMA ABBOTT never had more than one husband, was quite satisfied with him, and was never connected with a scandal; yet she left a large fortune- How can we account for this? Can it be that she could sing? ‘THE ACTRESS who walks from San Francisco to New York on a wager has set i / the example for new theatrical business. With traveling companies of equal ht power of pedestrianism the woes of the stranded actor will practically cease. ue HEN MR. DICKENS first came here he had eyes only for tobacco and INE ORE ee slavery; but, as may be the case with Mr. Kipling, he found on his second CARMENCHEATER hat iss it?” ze ieharee S thi 4 ‘ ate chad Flontst's tov (in ¢he dusket) —"' TR boss told me t' stick by Visit that there were a few things to be commended and voluntarily made a pro- th’ roses till they was paid for, lady, an’ I was afraid th’ dude that fuse apology, the same to attend every new edition of “ Martin Chuzzlewit.” sent 'm was tryin’ t' gimme th’'slip.' HUM OF THE COURT. IR. BIBLE, who edits a weekly journal, is hastening toward the period when he will be known as old PN Mr. Testament. hay GAMBLERS at Monte Carlo are blowing out their 7 I brains at the rate of about one a week—one ==" brain or particle thereof. BEIND. TOM, who was worth half a million dollars, is a pauper inmate of a lunatic asylum. Justice? Oh, no, dear sir. Law. THE INDIAN can get along very well without food, but he must have his fire-water and gun and do a little murdering occa- sionally. THs COUNTRY ought to have been made over before Rudyard Kipling came to it. It is such a failure in that cocky young man’s eyes that we blush for its sex. ¢4] WILL never make use of another author,” says Richard Mans- field. Do the tabooed blank literary fellers include W. Shakes- peare, Richard ? T TIMES the vicious Italian varies his favorite amusement by sub- i 3 stituting vitriol for the knife; so that variety becomes in his case A CLASH OF UNDERSTANDING. the spice of death. MotweLt—" Would it be presumptuous in me if I asked for a bud, Mrs. AMERICAN WOMEN, says Mrs. Stanley, are the brightest women Werfller ?” seecergiad® in the world. ‘That proves that there is one exception to the rule, GIN, MOTHER, OF Tite ANGENGE c wie ¢ this is-tatber abrupt Me, i 5 Molwell, but if you can assure me that your expectations are good, I don’t’ mind and we call upon H. M. Stanley to say who it if you take Edith, Myrtle is already engaged,” LATHERS OF MISERY. Mugsby's dream and — —the cause of it. comicbooks.com