Judge — December 17, 1892 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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SELFISH. Clara— “What on earth did you tear off the cover of that novel for ?” Maude— “Twas afraid the Sunday - school superintendent would want it.” A TRUE CRANK. Tom—“Barlow seems to me to be very much of acrank in some ways.” Dick —" Indeed he is, He be-" lieves so implicitly in the force of example that he never smokes in his library in winter lest the fireplace should do likewise.” MODEST. ss YOU INHERITED quite a nice little fortune,” said the lawyer. ” Yes,” replied the fortunate youth. “ [suppose you will pay a lot of your debts now?” “had thought of it, but I concluded to make no change in my manner of living. I don’t want to be accused of vulgar display.” IN ELECTION Orricer O'RRAGAN—"* Say yez goin’ wid that door, anyhow MULLHOLLAND (a'voter)—"* To rigister, av corse. Ye see | was afeared I'd lose me papers, so glued ‘em on the door an’ now can't get ‘em aff.” DAYS. Mullholland, where are JUDGE RELATIVE INJUSTICE. ++ A LFRED,” said Aunt Twinkle, gather- ing up a handful of canceled postage- stamps from one corner and miscellaneous overturned “express " matter from another, “T wish you would try to keep your room in a little better order.” “Yes !* cried Alfred, explosively, as he had only been waiting to be touched off ; “now you say keep my room in better order, when everybody's trashery is sent here. If there is any trashery anywhere in the house mamma always says,‘Take it right up to Alfred's chamber; there's plenty of room there.’ How can a fellow keep his room in order when all the MAS trashery is sent there?” HEAVY TRAGEDY. Acror—"*Can this be death Voice FROM GALLERY—"* No, you durned old fool; git up an’ swipe him one." THE PLACE TO LOOK FOR HIM. Editor —" What's this? | ordered a portrait of An- archist Most and you have brought me a picture of a bed.” Artist —“ That's right, sir. Most is under the bed, in the far- thermost corner, by the wall.” OU THINK, Christmas near, Fair Jean's young voice you daily hear *Good-will to men" so sweetly sing. 4 Would you not smile if you had heard Fair Jean (as 1—upon my word !) For twelve-month sing that very because of THE SAME THING. Jones —1 hear that Brown is dying. Got water on the brain.” Bones—"1 guess that’s a mistake, for I see by the papers that he’s around clectioneering for the prohibition ticket.” Jones—“That's what I said.” THE girls all like the mandolin Because there is a man therein. EVERY INDUCEMENT. . you SAY your town has all the advantages anybody could want, do you?” said Filly, to whom a real-estate agent of Boomville had been talking. “Yes, sir; it has. Among other things I might mention ten saloons and a Keeley institute.” A TRAGEDY IN FOUR ACTS. J. Maker Ginger of Maine goes picnicking with a party of good templars. Fishing from wharf surrounded by friends. Only a few friends in sight, Leans against post lazily. AcT 1. ACT IL. in pocket, ACT It, Alone. Still fishing. Tide going out. More bottle. Activ, Asleep. Friends seek him. Empty bottle. Still fishing. and line high and dry. Bottle-nose seen Tide out." Hook comicbooks.com