Judge — January 7, 1893 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE A POPULAR GIRL. ¢6}{OW IS that popular Miss Harkaway I used to know in Chicago?” asked Witherup. “Very well,” said Bosby- shell. “When I saw her last Smyth, Hicks, Paragrun, Juni- sar and yourself were very at- tentive to her. Which did she marry?” “All of us,” said Bosby- shell. “All of us and two more,” HER FAULT. Miss Munn —“\ refused you once, Mr, Spatts, Why do you ask me again 2” Ss Spatts —* It was your own NN (A Sy “HOW HE GOT THA! fault, dear. If you had not re- ALIVE AND KICKING. fused me I would not be asking Pat—" How's yer wife, Dennis?” you now, would 1?” Dexis—"‘An sure she waz ‘live an’ kickin’ whin Oi lift this marnin.” OLD ’NINETY-TWO. LD ‘ninety-two, to you adieu ! Farewell the lisp that in the crisp ie Adieu the tears and smiles we've known, ‘And frost-fraught air made my heart sing fepystCome, take my hand. Farewell, old man— With such a tune no bird of June Ne Farewell each sob—each golden tone Ever trilled with sweeter caroling. From laughter's lute. Farewell the fruit Adieu the talks of moonlit walks, ‘That ripened hung in clusters rare The murmurings of silver streams ; On memory’s boughs, Farewell the vows— Adieu the blooms whose sweet perfumes ‘The vows that in the grove she sware ! Stole softly through my mid-day dreams. Adieu the clear, soft atmosphere Farewell that night the bridal light Where we strolled, hand in hand, the sands Ilumed that fair and fickle form, Of that elf shore amid the roar ‘As she those charms to other arms 1 Of shells that sang of other lands, Did yield, amid the organ's storm Of thund’rous praise. Farewell the haze ‘That screens the sun-gleams from the view. So you, new year, I hail—Good cheer, Good cheer! Adieu, old ‘ninety-two! KIMBALL CHASE TAPLEY, EQUALLY GUiLTY. Miss Gasket (with an effort at indignation)—“ You stole that kiss, Mr. Winebiddle.” Winebiddle—* Oh, well, the receiver is as bad as the thief,” SHE LACKED REPOSE. . ‘MY DEAR,” said Mr. Bin- go. “it pains me to see your lack of control in little matters. You are too easily disturbed by trifles. My dear, I Tegret to say that, you are ruled too much by those trifling do- mestic incidents which are in- evitable and therefore should be . received in the proper spirit. Madam, you need repose of manner. I am sorry to ob- serve,” he continued, “on your part a growing lack of that womanly dignity of —there, I knew it, I felt it; that’s the result of buying things of that fellow Slummer, curse him! I'll have his heart's blood yet.”” “Why, what's the matter, dear?” asked Mrs. Bingo. “Matter!” he roared. “It’s nothing but just my blankety blank luck. Here's another danged button off my trousers !” JUST MISSED IT. “Well, Schwing, did the president give you the appointment?” “Nein'; he appointed some other tam rascal in my place.” comicbooks.com