Judge — January 21, 1893 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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ADMITTED OF STRETCHING. +s] UNDERSTAND you built your four- thousand -dollar house | within the limit?” “Yes, “ How did you do it?” “Lincreased the limit.” so IT IS. McCorkle—1 signed the pledge six years ago and have kept it ever since.” McCrackle—"Isigned eight years ago and have never broken it.” MeCorkle—" Say!" McCrackle—* Well?” MeCorkle—"W's a mighty long time between drinks.” A SUFFERER. Visitor (in New York hospital)—"* What is that man taking on so for? He must be in terrible pain. Is he going to die?” Nurse— No, indeed. ON THE WAR-PATH. He is one of the surgeons K Tramp—'' Where you uns goin’ ?” suffering from a_ slight Vox poruti—** We're after Zim the caricaturist.” headache.” ‘Trame—** Then I'm wid yez.” HE HAD EIGHT OF THEM. 1 UR" XS 'HEY were talking of a rising young author, Hl i rena) | and one of them said, “I think his ‘Tale of ef ly a Kicking Horse’ is his master-piece, don’t NEXT TRAIN] = you?” “His master-piece!” exclaimed the other CHICAGO scornfully, LINUTEO Q ; do you think of any better work of his “Naw; but he has written at least eight of them.” «Eight of what?” “Master-pieces: He's no slouch of an au- thor who's satisfied with one.” NOT ACTING HIS PART. She—" Edwin, you must talk less, else papa will discover all and forbid our mar- riage.” He—" Have | said anything imprudent?” She—"Yes; your sallies of wit were bril- liant, and yet I have told him you were an En- glish nobleman traveling incognito.” CHICAGO. PRIDE. houted a Chicago man, entering a railroad-sta- tion as-an employé was putting up a placard, ** Chicago Limited.” ** Let me tell you, sir, Chicago ain't limited. She's got more stretch to.her than a wad of warm taffy, and it wouldn't surprise me none to see the earth bulge out to make room for her.” THE INFLICTION OF AFFLATUS. Old gentleman (at Mrs. Gild’s reception, seeking divinities)—“I am told that the gentleman leaning against the pillar yonder is a poet and often rises from his bed to embalm his thoughts.” Short-haired individual—“Oh, Squills, you mean? Well, yes; ‘I believe Jack #s troubled somewhat with the divine flatulency.” MUSICAL. A COLLECTION OF FOREIGN STAMPS. Flatting the b. comicbooks.com \ )