Judge — September 3, 1892 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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151 VA Oa os ge = ’ Wi aa & iy “ON THE WRONG SCENT." Why didn't you give the poor tramp something ?” Why, he had been drinking —I can smell it yet”—(and the husband’s knees hit together nervously.) [8 CASE OF WAR, Snowden and Streator would be apt to destroy their own soldiers in behalf of discipline, whatever became of the enemy. eee NO MATTER how far you go for your fishing, the place is three miles further on and you're sure to get there at the wrong time: eee AN ARTICLE in the World, signed Helen Watterson, says Mrs. Wilder McGlasson’s first poem was accepted by Walcott Balestier for 7#me.* Mr. Balestier was not the editor of Time, but of Tid-Bits; and Mrs. McGlasson says her first published poem ” appeared in the JuDGE. However, it takes a dull woman to value accuracy. HOW HE FIXED THE BABY. ‘THE PROPER MANAGEMENT of babies is a great art, my dear” remarked Grover the other night during the interludes of a prolonged infantile scream. “I see you persist in syrups and paragorics, whereas a proper number of caresses and a little moral suasion would answer. the purpose far better. I could put that child to sleep in five minutes, and I will, too. Bring me my writing materials. I will compose a letter to her without a moment's delay.” QUICK COMMUNICATION, SuPERINTENDENT—"'Get from under there! Do you want to get killed?” LONELY WATKINS—'' One minute, boss. I’se writin’ a message on de axle to my pard out in Colorado, Dis car gits there in one night. See?’ THRE GRANDEST ACT of the late congress was its adjournment. see . SWE WANT nothing from England except her killed mechanics,” says the Recorder, Tut, tut! rk mye vam OVER THE GARDEN WALL. BFS baad pad or North) seven; million Waters —" Say, old man, what's yer workin’ so hard fer over there? Old Hall won't pay lollars, and we certainly know he has that num- yer any more—dey tell me he's as mean as mud,” ber of ideas and other oddities, ‘OLD MAN—"T'm Hall himself.” comichooks oom