Judge — January 23, 1892 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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WHY HE WENT. E WAS one of the noblest sons of Chi- cago and couid trace his lineage back to one of the first houses—packing houses—of his native city. His alert ears were thrust forward as if to catch the sound of the first drops in the price of wheat. A fair youth, a world’s fair youth, he was, with a smile like the lake front, and he held the hand of a New York belle in his own. It was a good hand to hold in the game of life and he stood pat on it and touched it with a gentle pat. “Cerissa,” he said in a gentle tone, “I am a self-made man. Why do you smile?” “ Self-made,” said she thoughtfully. “I was wondering where you got the pattern for the ears.” Silently he arose. Out into the night he went, and touching a match to his burning cheek he rapidly lighted a cigarette and poisoned the atmosphere toward the Central depot. All was over between them, ‘way over, in Hoboken. A COLLECTOR OF MODERNS. ++ (COME and see my gallery of paintings.” was the invitation given by Mr. Drestbeef of Chicago to Mr. Bleecker of New York. “T shall be pleased to, Are there many old masters among them ?” “Notaone, sir, Every last picture was made to order, sir, in the latest style. There isn’t a hand-me- down or a sec- morning. ABOUT THE 5b. Or IT, Gossiray—"Good-morning, Crosman; what makes you look so glum? Crosmax —" Nothing much, only T have a check suit on my hands.” Gossiruy—"*A misfit?” Cros ax —" Very near it—breach of promise.” Beauty (the bulla He's a soft snap for me JUDGE ond-hand painting in the whole lot.” He — Mrs. Redd-Clay, allow me to present to you my friend Mr. Reginald Robinson.” She (who always tries to say something pleasant) —" What an aristocratic first name you bear, Mr. Robinson.” Secretary of the navy—"1 shall go over to New York in the Assistant —“ On one of the naval vessels ?” Secretary of the navy —* Did you ever hear of a doctor taking his own medicine ?” THE FAITHFUL BULL-DOG AND THE WOODEN-LEGGED TRAMP. —"' ere comes Jags the tramp, my old enemy. IN CHICAGO. Miss Fixenour—‘'I see that Mrs. Porker seems to have an increasing affection for the memory of her late husband.” Mr. Dunn—** What, is he dead? I've been away, you know.” Miss Fixenout—No; bat he's made a heap of money since their divorce.” FLAT FLATTERY. \Sotzg NOT OFTEN. ON TICK, NO OTHER PLACE FOR IT. Sunday-school teacher —* Now, children, what do you suppose became of the Red sea when it rolled back for the host: Johnny Parker —\ know. Tt went in the storage reservoirs.” NOT IN BITING TRIM, Winebiddle—"V'l make Jaysmith bite the dust, that I will!” Gildersleeve—" He can't. He's lost his front teeth.” Jace: wooden leg. Blowed if he ain't tryin’ to chew my Portrait of Beauty after the operation. owl tried te clock a Indian 40 Biba BOM | 3 pl CIGA On £ Cor. P.S.- comicbooks.com