Judge — October 8, 1892 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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Faraer Oatcake —"* Well, l'll be gosh blamed if T didn't think that was Adams, Massachusetts,” THE VILLAIN EXPOSED. Gazzam—"There’s a married man paying marked attention to Mrs. Bloobumper.” “You don't Gazzam PERPLEXITY. ‘MY PECULIAR method of masti- _ cation,” said the fowl, “is the source of a good deal of embarrassment. I have a pain now, and I can't make up my mind whether it is the tooth the stomach-ache. NO SALE YET MADE. HE HAD settled down in his seat in the car, had comfortably crossed his legs and was empha- sizing the points he was making by occasionally bringing the forefinger of his right hand down on the palm of his left. “You see,” he said, "liv= ing in the suburbs is some- thing like living. There is Mrs. Gazzam (shocked but intensely interested) — ! Who is i * Mr. Bloobumper.” ss and I'll show you * FOR QUIET AND REST. * Hello, Hank ! whatcher hangin’ ‘round here for?" ‘Tied HANK —“‘Oh, nothin’ p'tickeler— been here two weeks, campin’, I prefer dese inland waterin'- places to de hubbubous and fash'nable Long Branch,” etc., ete, some comfort in it. If you start for your train in time there is none of the hurry and rush that you hear so much about; and you must admit that these cars are a big im- provement over the crowded street-cars of a city. “I didn’t wish to go to the suburbs myself at first—thought it was going to be mighty inconvenient, you know—but now I wouldn't live anywhere else. I always allow myself a little leeway in going to the train, and when I get there settle down in a nice comfortable seat and devote myself to the newspaper until I get home. “ Now to-night we'll just have time to walk leisurely to the house from the station and clean up a little before dinner is ready. After dinner we'll stroll over to the cottage I spoke of. I tell you it’s a bargain, and if you don’t take it you'll regret "——_ He glanced out of the window and exclaimed, “Great Scott! We've passed the statior He jumped up and rushed down the aisle, crying, “Come on! Come on! It'll take us an hour to get back if we're carried on to the next station. There's a bed of nice clay just ahead here. I've tried it before.” . . . . . . . . One sut in a little pool of- water with mud spattered all over his clothes and the other was flat on his back. The latter got toa sitting posture slowly, and after looking at the suburbanite said, “ This suburban life "—— But the suburbanite looked wicked and he stopped. They got up, brushed them- selves off and limped back to the station. Nothing was said, but somehow it seemed to be understood that “the stroll to that cottage” was indefinitely postponed. It is still for sale. siliorr peowse: A FINE IDEA. What kind of a cane is that?” Wait until a lady gets in the car that wants a seat And just then a lady got in and he pressed the button, comicbooks.com Rao