Judge — April 16, 1892 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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WEALTH IN THE SOUTIL | Jupce Mosny—"* Say, colonel ; what d'ye ask for the mill ?” | Coronet. Jaccers—" Five hundred dollars, jedge.” | Jupcr Mossy—"* Great gosh! what would a man want with a mill with all thet money 2” A DOUBTFUL IMPRESS MORE MONEY IN IT. 3 I fraid of vs) men.” . - rs wine eects bare ee SS WVE MADE a mistake in starting a dime museum,” said su No; but there is no telling when you are going to press.” Mr. B. Owery. : “Why so, my dear?” asked Mrs. B. “We'd ought to have started a metropolitan museum. Look at the cash they're getting every time some rich person dies.” YOUR BETTER-HALF. NO WEDDING. ALTHOUGH you may be short of elf ()F EASTER joys I cannot sings It's safe to bet upon it, I've missed the best, I find, E’en though you have no suit yourself She makes up almost everything Your wife will have that bonnet. Except her little mind. LOADED WITH “POINTS.” Editor —* That is the finest and closest art critique I have seen for a long time ; rather severe, but admirably done. I did not know yott were afi artist.”” New art-critic—"1 am not, but | know most of the artists personally.” Witor—“Ah, then you talked with the artists whose pictures are on ex- hibition?” New art-critic—" No; Utalked with the artists whose pictures were rejected.” 1-HOW PAT SMILED. Mrs, Connors (selecting a bottle of olives from the basket)— “How nice it war of Mrs, Mulholland t sind me this bootiful Eas- ther basket! Oi wonder do these be peeckled plums? Oi'll put sot av thim in Pat's dinner-pale, onyhow. i think Oi see him shmoile.”” HE KNEW WHAT WAS WANTED. 6+ [JNRECIPROCATED affection,” remarked Winebiddle to the bar-keeper. And the man of drinks straightway gave him sour-mash. He had not lived in Boston five years for nothing. 1 2 A CURIOUS PHENOME? Johnnie with his mouth open as wide as he can get it—(1) for Case medicine ; (2) for honey. Connor} 2-HOW PAT SMILED, * Phwat ails yez, Connors? Hov yez a fit?” —"Howly murther, Casey ! Oi'm pizened.” comicbooks.com