Judge — September 10, 1892 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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“That balloon business — OLD CHOCOLATE’S JOCO- SERIOUS CHAT. EF YO" wan’ toe trabble fas" follow a lie. Yo’ own bag 0’ meal doan’ break yo" back. De man dat yo" kin buy ‘ll sell to anoddah. Sauce er good, but hit doan’ make a dinnah. Somebody else’s hoe-han'le- blistahs yo" palms. A topah lubs ‘is bottle ez a misah lubs ‘is money. Hit’s a po’ duck dat allus dabbles in de same pon’, A tack-hammah ‘ll drive a many t'ings dat amallet won't. ‘ W'en yo’ er in bad luck frien’s ‘Il nebbah see yo’ beckon. De beggah wid a club gits mo’ ‘en de beg- gah wid wet eyes. De man wat git de ham doan’ trubble ‘bout de color o' de pig. > J. A. WALDRON. HER LEAP-YEAR PRIVILEGE, She (with sweet timidity)—" Suppose we sit this dance out? Ido so long to ask your opinion about something, but I'm afraid~you might think me strange, unwomanly "— He (with fluttering hope) —"Oh, no, indeed! What- ever topic you might choose could only be delightful to me.” She—"You'te very kind, I'm sure (looking intently at her fan). Well, now, let us suppose a case There is a young lady, we will say, of about my age and social po- sition, with—ah—quite a nice little fortune of her own, She (in a very low voice)—she lov—likes—a young man placed somewhat—as—you are (glancing at him with a tender smile)—not wealthy, but talented and attractive, and a very lovely fellow. She (hesitatingly)—has an idea— that is, she thinks—hopes— perhaps she believes - that he is—I would say A POOR CROP. PARK PoLiceMAN—"* Get off the grass there, Cully ! Can't you see the sign ? CuLLy—"' 1 ain't walkin’ on yer blamed ole grass; I'm a-steppin’ between it.” would you think it right of this young lady to —let her feelings be known? And, fearing that her wealth stood between—to—to—in fact, take advantage—of leap-year privileges and (blushing furiously) ask the gentleman—to marry her?" He (with enthusiasm)—" Right? Decided- ly right! Nobly, gloriously right !" i ‘She (gravely)—“Are you sure you wouldn't ise her—that you would not look on her He (impetuously)—"I would not look on her as anything. Oh, Miss Ethel, speak! Tell me—tell me" — She (with gentle firmness)—“No, I will not tell you her name. I will tell you nothing fur- ther except that she is a girl whom I have al- ways disliked, and whose conduct in proposing to her bashful admirer I consider shocking. I thought you too, whose ideal of woman is so high, would certainly share my opinion. I am truly sorry to find—but no matter. How tire- some a dance is when you sit it out !" MADELING S BRIDGES, APPROPRIATE. Mrs, Bell— What are you doing with that newmarket on such a hot day as this, Mrs. Lew?" Mrs. Lew —"Ob, I'm going down street for a roast.” WHAT HE WANTED. . ‘Ou that star is Mars!" cried the girl, point- ing upward. “All right,” replied the youth; “she can have it. Give me the earth.” THAT IS A QUES- TION. Trévvet —"“1 see that Aristotle's grave has been found.” Dicer—" How did Aris- totle come to lose it?” A VISITOR to Coney Isl- and says in his opinion the age we live in is garbage. comicbooks.com