Judge — October 24, 1891 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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cate) HUM OF THE COURT. E DON’T see how E. F. Jones can be up a tree, as somebody says, because he has been climbing the other way. E GRIEVE over the death of Charles, king of Wiirtem- berg, as one without the luxury of tears or a dollar of interest in his estate. ILL NYE is very funny; and we see no reason why there shouldn't be a three-act comedy in a few of Brother Watts's hymns and the book of Revelations. WHEN THE EDITOR of the Evening Post dies there will be great agitation in heaven lest he grow! at his harp and grow furious over the bad condition of the jasper avenues. JN LESS than ten minutes after little Cleveland came to town her pa was out looking for baby-carriages and a diminutive tricycle. He thought she would want them in about five hours. s¢}{AH! THAT was a pin, was it?” inquired Mr. Cleve- land the other day as the baby gave a wild screech, “T hope to be nominated by the next national convention if I : didn’t think it was a crowbar.” A LOST SCENT. IDE ‘ vill tale MASTER OF THE HoUNDS—"* Where's the bag, you rascal ?” [7 1S UNDERSTOOD that Mr. Cleveland will take charge ‘THE RUNNER —"* Please, sor, they wor no anise-seed t’ be had, so I filled it wid lim- of the diet of the baby. “She shall grow up hearty and purger, and that Dutch tramp has follered me five mile an’ jist took it away from me, sor.” robust,” says he. “There must be steak for her every day, and nq intermission in behalf of fish on Friday. ROVIDENCE, as we have remarked, is entitled to much credit for the bountiful crops; but we must not overlook the larger and more important bounty of the several parties taking care of and managing their distribution. THE CABLE reports the sui- cide of a chorus-girl as the result of too much intimacy with the elder son of the prince of Wales. The pity of it! The poor child does not live to enjoy HE PUT IT DOWN WITH THE REST. the notoriety which was her pride Beersuxarrs—" Now I gits me tired of dot // and for which she sacrificed konnel—gomes in und drinks my visky und say,‘ Shake, i] everything she had. write dot on dere ice.” I got a idea! I puts mea sedlitz // * powder in dere glasses—dere blue in dere visky, dere i vite in dere vasser ; dot fix Aim,” TEN MINUTES LATER. arps—"' Hurry up, konnel! drink dere vasser.” THE coLonei—" Jake, I never drink water. “Put that down with the rest.” WILLIAM LEGGETT, poet, philosopher, novelist, and a leading Democrat, died fifty years ago, and a monument has just been erected to his memory. Fame is sometimes dil- atory, but at last she manages to arrive with the speed indicated by the last half of William's name. AT FIRST Mr. Cleveland couldn't understand why the baby hadn't béen born with its clothes on, because, as he said, he had never seen any babies not attired in that way. “At least,” he said reflectively to the nurse, “she ought to have had a few freckles on, because now she might catch cold.” ENRY P. MASON of the West Shore rail~ road has won the &ecorder cup «and can- teen as the most popular conductor, Mr. Mason is otherwise known as “ Whisk having an IN THE STUDIO. enormous crop of the same, through which the Heproox (who is painting “* The abduction of the Saracens")—* Brace up, Donelly; Vibe W#ndering breezes of popularity blow at the rate through in a moment. ; ij of twenty miles an hour, and nobody at the Dosey —" Oi'm thryin’ to, sor; but av th’ ould woman seen me now I'd be a divorched man,” brakes, s comicbooks.com