Judge — 1891 — page 54: what you’re looking at

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

JUDGE'S ANNUAL. AN APPOSITION OF SIZES. Epitor or THe ‘Fairy Brewer" Py chim! dot vos too mooch! SrRanGer—"* Any chance ter sell yer some number one poetry, boss ? Who ict dot feller climb upon dot partitions yoost now?” THE HATCHET NOT BURIED. VETERAN IN BLUE—'‘I can't be mistaken, Weren't you at Gaines’s Mill?” VETERAN IN GRAY—"' I was.” VETERAN IN ULUE—'* Weren't you shot through the left ear in a hand-to- VETERAN IN GRAY—"' Well, I've been lookin’ fer you fer ‘bout twenty-seven hand conflict?” years, you mink-hearted buzzard, you !"” VETERAN IN GRAY—'I was.” VETERAN IN BLUE—"' I'm the man who did it.” THE “EXCLUSIVE” CIGAR-HOLDER Designed to prevent getting bad cigar-smoke in the owner's face. comicbooks.com