Judge — March 5, 1892 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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160 JUDGE Mist you idl ir MARION MOORE. nan {/ VER the night-veiled snow we fly, | Tribur Beautiful Marion Moore and I. | Many a sleigh is on the road, Mas. Filled with its happy-hearted load. ane Drive slower, that all may go before bottles And leave me alone with Marion Moore! With one firm hand I hold the reins; Page The other her dainty hand retains. dish of ised, I tell her the love that fills my breast ; 4 Ow t0 My lips to her blushing cheek are pressed. ‘Then says she, ‘I've heard that you disparage— 2 ha Have even been heard to mock at marriage.” vi “What I" answered I, ‘* mock at marriage? Never! wi I think of Marion Moore than ever.’ Now swiftly we go through the scattering snow, | ries With happy hearts ‘neath the buffalo, } sesne's Geoxce eiepseve. “That counte HE KNEW. FIRST CLASS in bot- Fact pes costs b If yo Teacher —“ Bobby, using I what is moss?” me ei Isaac L Let me dell frend 1 | paths: saac Levy —"* Let me dell you, mine frendt, ve are sellin | tne Hoos don't gath- dose chinchilly coats at de same’ brice as belore’ der chinchily | +. . affair in Vashington.” | AN APPEAL. | Tramp (to ‘kind-hearted woman) — | “I'm obliged fer the pie, ma'am, an‘ I'll try ter eat it; but I'd like beer instead o° | this water. I'm/a’sufferer from chronic | hydrophoby, ma‘am.” TWO MONTHS AGO. Caller — Mr. Blaine, it has been in- timated to me that you will not be a can- didate for the presidency on account of \_ = your weak physical condition.” * CuBs Mr. Blaine — James, will you please { CiGAl show the gentleman my last health-cer- —_- tificate?” : IN THE CLOAK-ROOM. TRAMP PHILOSOPHY. p Concresswan Duroxc —** It's no use, gentlemen. Raggles—"Say, Bilk, when I looks = ’ Nothing but a conciliatory measure will ever receive my on the miseries of them wots lost their THI : support. T have been a man of peace too long to change ¢o64 name I'm kinder glad I ain't never JUD "THe pAcE— Jest hear him !" had ‘ndtie to lose,” CIC A LONG TRAMP ON A DUSTY ROAD. ALMOST A CRANK. ‘67S Mrs. Harlem finicky when she is. traveling?” “Awfully, Even on a sleeping-car she demands a berth on the shady side.” NO ENCOURAGEMENT. Ted—“You should give up the races, my boy. Why don’t s™ you reform and save money?” Ned —"1 tried it last week, ‘but was out more than ever.” Ted —" Nonsense. How was that?” Ned —“ 1 went to all the church-fairs.” | THEY CROCKED. Dinah —" Sho! Yo" mean to say yo’ don't like dem brack stockin’s 2” FREEDOM OF AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE. Betsey —" Dat am right, —'"* There goes your friend Corkhat. He is a great African traveler, I hear.” chile, Dey gib me a eight- Anot DALL.—"* T should say so. Why, that man ‘s so familiar with the Sahara that he calls it ‘ Sallie’! day crock.” Stool : ness “OO Brt>o OM Wy. TH comicbooks.com