Judge — August 27, 1892 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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A DOG-DAY DUTY: 3 —'* We i ii f the Re eran EDITOR OF MAGAZINE—"' Would you mind letting me go into one of these compartments for a while? I have just received a lot of Christmas stories that Moter—"* Johnnie, did you put your papa’s hat on his head, as I told you?” I must look over, and I think my critical faculty would be more just if 1 could Jounxie—* Yes'm.”” get my temperature down somewhere into harmony with the season described.'+ ROMANCE AND REALITY. +4] SUPPOSE it was romantic anyhow being stopped by highwaymen,” said she. “Oh, not so very,” he replied. “Did they say ‘Your money or your life?” “No, indeed. They growled, ‘Shell out, yer tenderfoot, or we shoots.'”” THE END. THERE are some candidates, whose hopes are still That they high offices are meant to fill, Will know the difference on election day “Twixt consummation and the consommeé. HIS DAILY DUTY. United States senator's wife—" You bad a long session to-day.” NOT PREPARED. Watxers—" Come on in, Gill. De water's grand, an’ T'll bet you ain't bathed fer a year.” Gut—" I would.if I had me silk bath-robe an’ Turkish towels wid me.” RELIGIOUS “NOTES AND QUERIES.” +*D)0 YOU know to what church Senator Bun- combe belongs?” “Presbyterian, I suppose, He believes in the doctoring of election.” A TROPICAL SONG. WIEN the mercury is registered At ninety-nine degrees ; When the city’s like a furnace, and There's not the slightest breeze, Then the man who stays out late at night To have a little spree Can chuckle to himself and feel As happy as can be. For while he's slowly stewing, and His blood is in a sizz, He knows his wife can’t make it Any hotter than it is. sarrrexs watery. SHE LIKED IT. THE EDITOR of the Cleveland Plain Dealer =aboes yo, latipoctry Miss Eit?3 wants to noe wat jhe drake, bes says he nat shall Tse’ sum ob Milton, Byron, or”— must have his lake-water run through a sieve. ‘No, none o”dem, Recitin’ some o' dat soap poetry in de back ob de mag-zines."” comicbooks.com