Judge — September 17, 1892 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE NOT AS THEY USED TO BE, SURE OF ELECTION. 66 JONES wants to join the Paresis club. «What are his qualifications?” “He has writ- ten two comic op- eras.” “He won't get black-balled.” Kind OLD GENt— “Ah, it’s too bad, my little man, that you can't spin your top.— % y * I certainly feels a fullness.” THE MAN WHO e—'* What's yo" been eatin’?” WONDERS. \ He—"' Only three watermelons.” [7 WAS in one of WEniA / A DESIRABLE FABRIC. the vig down-town ‘ 1 ae ats i +8] OOK here, Jacob, this suit I got eee ha ke L from you has all faded out.” eman asked afeloe "Mein friendt, dot vos all right. Passenger as they al Dey vos made from de new und styl- sepa’ out 0 Se ish shangeable goots. Your friendts vane he could dink you have two or dree suits as ve ere aes ge dose colors shange, don’t it?” “Tcanno! was \ MASTERED ALL THE the reply. “I'm a t let your uncle show DETAILS. ing mysel” oe x Guest—" Why do you insist on pay- It was then that the interrogator discovered the CH, Bee eel it Pea eS door of the office he was looking for directly in front $ ede ane betel sould ey x aX burn down the baggage would be de- “Oh, there it is now,” be volunteered with an air Fe es Sicocize Sc gumcerarand {our bust. of satisfaction; then turning to the other he ventured iD: ? ca a second inquiry—"*I wonder if he's in?” 2 ++ UCH an ugly letter as Charlie wrote,” AND BILLY IS OBJECTING. VAN es Sald|) Mary in scceats Bloobumper—" Benny, what's all that racket at the ( Vee ieee Barlows'? Is anybody being killed ?" WPA. aera mae, ber Benny—"No, papa. Willie Barlow's mamma is —Throw it hard, like this. Wow! mother replied ; ce 2 wiz! bumb !— : “Tt is time for a line- cutting his hair. : ‘oral Hoar = CHRISTIAN UNITY. Lady parishioner (who is ill and bas received many kind attentions from various denomi- nations) —* Father Hightowers, will you please thank Mr. Lowly in my name?” Father Hightowers (a bigh-church priest, with his head in the air)—'I—I am sorry to decline, but—I can't do it. He is a Methodist parson.” . —Spin yer own top,. sonny. . They don't make ‘em like’ they-used to when ‘Twas a boy. A REAL GOOD MAN. [ LIKE to fish, bot do you know It's seldom that I ever go. Although I like the fishing 1 Do not desire to tell a lie. + EQUAL TO THE OC- CASION. ‘REMEMBER the proverb of THE COMIC WRITER. the rolling stone, my son.” What Jones expected to see as he went to call upon the “I will, father, There are no comic writer. fies on a rolling stone.’ comicbooks.com