Judge — October 31, 1891 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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HE THAT HATH AN EAR. N most occasions it would seem to be wisdom for a man who has any physi- cal deformity or deficiency to not be too fresh. But the deaf man, really deaf, who could not hear a fall in the price of pig-iron, will always try to be in the midst of any conversation or argument. It is probably a form of protest against his incapacity and should be condoned. Deacon Adsit of the Norwich church was deafer than an adder—deafer than an adding-machine—and yet he was always loudest in his responses and amens on Sunday. His chair-was un- der the pulpit, and many were the heavy sermons made interesting by his hearty amens, put in at the wrong time. Dr. Bliven was his favorite, and he thought when he opened the anniversaries at the ae | church he could not go wrong, whatever the doctor should say. But the doctor, instead of taking his text, was explaining his position. “Brethren,” said he, “I am compelled to leave you instantly after the sermon to attend a funeral at Buffalo. 1 can only be with you this evening.” “Praise the Lord!" said Deacon Adsit in a fervent voice. ‘The doctor turned red and the audience giggled in a subdued way, os THB eae Cuester—'‘An Italian sunset, Mr. O'Brien. Have you ever seen one in nature?” O'Briex—"" Well, yes; I hov seen many a dago in Mulberry street, New York.” while Adsit seemed to read on the faces of the congregation that he was somehow misplaced. But he thought he was safe when the doctor put on his glasses and read the text, so he roared out a hearty amen. That broke the audience all up, and that evening’s service was the merriest ever held in the church, though Dr. Blivin perspired and seemed to be having ahard time. The text was, “He that hath an ear let him hear what the spirit saith unto the churches.” TOE MISTRESSE PHYLLIS ON YE EVE OF ALL HALLOWS. OOKE not this eve over thye shoulder For thye errant lover, my sweete. Before ye worlde’s manic sighs older __ Thye lover will be at thye fete. raven scorr minis. WINGED WORDS PINIONED. Primus—" How do you like my translation of the Iliad?” Secundus—" Well, sir, you have removed the impression that Homer A POOR MEMORY. i you". Mas. McGinty —" William McGinty, come back here and put a knot in your handkerchief, so as you won't be afther forgittin’ to tell Mrs. McCarthy all the news.” McGinty —"' Top o' the marnin’ to ye, Mrs. McCarthy.” McGinty — “Sure it’s a knot she tied in me handkerchief to remimbe: Ms, MeCanriy-—""Same to yuresl an’ many more, Pwhat’s that Vim 4g _hCGIMTY =” Sure it's a knot she tied in me handkerchief to remimber me hearin’ about Mrs. McGinty? comicbooks.com