Judge, 1892-08-27 · page 6 of 16
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JUD6E WHAT IMPRESSED HIM. SOWELL, Mr. Laker,” said one member of the Chicago four hundred to another, who had been t0 New York, ‘what struck you most forcibly in your visit east?” “L think,” replied Laker, “the fact that the men don’t take off their coats to eat dinner.” THE FLOWER QUESTION. . Husband—" Ob, yes, that jardinier is all very pretty now; but don’t you know better than to buy flowers when they are in bloom? They always die.” Wife— Well, if I buy them before they never bloom; so what's the difference?” hy THE BASE-BALL PLAYER. As he appeared to the crowd when © ——and when he struck | the bases were full of men—— out. 4 NO HELP FOR IT. ++ FISH for dinner!" exclaimed Fangle. “You know I can't abide fish. “T know, love,” replied Mrs. Fangle wearily; “but this is Fri- day, and the hired girl’s conscience won't let her eat meat.” IDENTIFICATION DESIRED. Mr. Wayback (prominent western citizen) —" We think we've caught the feller wot stole your horses, an’ we want you to go round an’ identify him.” A NEUTRAL POINT. Ranchman— Can't ye bring him here?” ex—"" There, there, Jack! You are too big to cry.” Mr, Wayback—" We ain't got no hearse.” Jack—"* Ye—yes; and I ain't big enough to swear.” A WELL-DESERVED PUNISHMENT. ** Good heavens! are they going to hang that man?” “It kinder looks that way, stranger.” * But what for?” “Wal, yer see, it wor this way. Yisterday a cyclone visited these parts, and swept everything down; an’ when ter-day this feller come along sellin’ them there new-fangled breeze-makin’ machines, it wor a little more’n human natur’ could stand.” comicbooks.com