Judge — 1891 — page 12: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

— — NOT EXACTLY AN EXPERT AT BIL- LIARDS, But the champion of the three-ball game. Mr. HorKer (who runs tocars a trifle)—"* What are you kids a crowdin’ up agin me like that for?" Ganins (in chorus) —"" So's ter keep dry, boss!" “I say, Bill, wot makes you go ‘round with that there barrel over yer 'ed?” JUDGE’S ANNUAL. VERY LIKELY. CHARITABLE OLD LADY (lo little beggar-girl)—"' There's some bread for you. It’s a day or two old, but you can tell your mother to take three or four fresh eggs, a quart of milk, a cup of sugar, some good butter, and half 'a grated nutmeg, and she can make a very excellent pudding of it.”” Cuorus—* Down in front!” PinpLey—"* I pawsitively believe, Beytha, that those rude people are making fun of my new mustache.” S “*T'se got ter do it. The gals foller me so I'se obliged ter disguise myself.” TRYING TO PULL THROUGH. NO HASTE ABOUT IT. Mrs. Canker—'* It's the same old story with us, * Marry in haste and repent at leisure." ” Miss Bricuri.y—t* Why, my dear, if | remember your wedding costume rightly, it must have taken you half a day to dress." MORE THAN HE COULD STAND. DonneLy (in the ditch)—"‘Oi've woorked beside Oyetolians an’ Hingarians an’ aven nagurs; but, begor ! if a felly wid a face loike yours is comin’ in th” trinch, Oi gets out !" LAUNDRY. THE ASIATIC COLLAR-ER, comicbooks.com