Judge — February 25, 1893 — page 7: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

JUDGE AN UNDECIDED POINT. Duimsar. S6YIS, mum,” said Norah Naeceare oer O'Dowd ; “th’ place an’ G wages suits me, mum, an’ th’ SLANG EXPRESSIONS. avenin's out are all roight, "Way up in ‘G’. but "— But what?” “Oi hoven't seen yer husband yit. Sind him ‘round, an’ if Oi loikes his looks Oi'll accipt th’ sityation.” NEEDLESS ALARM. Farmer Dryun (on slow-moving street-car, as conduct- or sets back indicator) —" Gosh! don’t set thet air clock back. We sha‘n't git thar ter-day.” THE DETERRENT. Primus—"Motley says the thought of his honor pre- vented his using the funds of the bank.” Secundus—" His honor? Yes, on the bench.” THE NEW DENTIST IN TOWN WHO DIDN'T STAY. Ren Roartno RAtrH (the first patient)—"* Looka here, young feller ! I ain't a-goin’ to take any of yer gas or things. Now jest go ahead an’ ex- tract that fang, an’ if yer hurt me any I'll drill yer full o' holes.” WHY THEY FLED. She—"You know my grandfather was a relative of Washington, and we always celebrate his birthday by bringing out our Washington relics,” He—Isee. And is this waistcoat one that he really wore during the war of the revolution?” She—"Oh, yes.” He—No wonder the British left the country.” SO SAYS THE io PROVERB. i | FRE RY i Tilling hast— tI EGGS “Deaf mutes make a good deal of noise talking with their fin- gers.” Gildersleeve— “ Nonsense!" Tillinghast— Ot course they do. Don’t you know that actions speak louder than words ?” h | THOSE TELL-TALE PIPES. REGRETS. Mr. Dabney going to call this evening?" 3 expect him. Why?” Grace—"They say “I've got to study, and the gas always burns so much brighter in my that old Mr. Golde is room when you two are in the parlor.” failing fast.” May—" Dear me, how sad! And I re- fused him last’ sum- mer.” A BAD BREAK, A MUCH-NEEDED INVENTION. The patent gondola-sleigh for use on New York streets, where it is deep snow in the morning and all water and mud in the afternoon. comicbooks.com