Judge — February 21, 1891 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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A DILEMMA. ERY recently a rumor in a western city rose About a dire contagion—one of beauty's fiercest foes, ‘The very name of small-pox sent a shudder through the air And kept the doctors busy vaccinating all the fair. But the belle of all the city met with good old Doctor Brown At the governor's reception that was given in the town, Roted in a gown décolleté, the magnet of all eyes, ‘Vhat, like a modern novel, left but little to surmise. ** Now, doctor,” said the maiden as she smiled up in his face, “‘I'd let you’ vaccinate me, but I cannot find a place; I cannot.bear that horrid scar upon my arm, you know; Can't you suggest some other way, so that it will not show?" The good old doctor took one look and then he blushed and smiled And said, “* um—ha; in your case ‘it's difficult, my child. You want it where it won't be seen,” and then he grinned full wide ; “In that case you will have to put the virus down inside.” AN ORDINARY STRIKE ¢¢D)ID you hear that there was a strike at our store?” “No; tell me about it.” “The firm discharged me on Saturday, and I immediately struck, and firmly resolved not to go to work until my grievances were redressed. I have held several meetings and passed’ resolutions to remain firm, and have also resolved to boycott the concern, as a means of bring- ing it to rec- ognize the de- - : mandsteO labor. “ VARIABLE WEAT to hold out, to Some tarnal critter hez done stole the barometer, an’ I don't the last extrem- know whether to start the furnace or fill the water-cooler.” ity, and force a submission. The firm must recede from the position it has assumed before 1 will resume my duties. I tell you, there is great enthusiasm among the striker. You couldn't contribute to the strike fund, I suppose?” i BOSTON BELLES DISCOMFITED. Prudence—" Isn't it shocking about young Mrs. Markham?” Priscilla— What? 1 haven't heard.” Prudence—" Her husband has left her and she has discovered that her mar- riage wasn’t legal.” Priscilla (bursting into tears)—“Oh, dear, dear! What am*I to do? Oh, Prudence, I am ruined! She acted as my chaperon last week.” MANIFEST DESTINY. Miss Manning —“ Elsie, aren't you to be at the Metropolitan this evening ?” Miss Fanning —“No; 1 can’t come. I'm chaperon at the married women’s ASHANTI, ball.” CASTING HIS BREAD UPON THE WATERS. THE AUTOCRAT OF THE GAME. Buinks—‘* Engleside the brewer is a very Charitable man, I Mamma—What's the matter with my two little boys?” see him give money to every beggar he meets.” Psat : rhs Jinks—"Ob, well, he gets it all back. Ile owns almost every Jimmie ({retfully)—" He wants to play jackstraws, and I say it’s just mean saloon in town.” for him to always call ‘em after hisself, and I play jimstraws to-day or nothing.” THE REASON. Miss Putrcry—'*Oh, Herr Einbecker; what a liquid tone this piano has! IleRR E1nnecer (opening lid)—' No wonder it was liquid.” comicbooks.com