Judge — March 4, 1893 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE SHE COULD NOT HELP IT. QDNE could almost be sure they were engaged lovers as they walked from the crowded ball-room into the conservatory. The look on their faces told much more plainly than words could have done that they preferred each other's company among the flowers to that of the restless dancers. The scent-laden air seemed conducive to quiet happiness, for the two sat and watched the fountain play and breathed the odorous air, but said nothing. Tt was enough to be near each other. Their spirits were well enough acquainted to commune together without the medium of. words. Presently he looked around. No one was in sight. He would steal a kiss! Rapidly passing his arm around her taper waist he grasped her left arm just below the shoulder and was about to snatch the coveted bliss from her lips when she emitted a piercing scream. It was heard in the ball-room, and instantly the whole assembly started on a run to the conservatory to see who was being murdered. The young man had presence of mind enough to commence a simulated search among the flower-pots, but the girl sat, with scarlet blushes, holding her arm with her right hand. THE NECESSARY PASS- PORT -¥OR OFFICE IN NEW YORK STATE. 's the matter?” asked a score of voices. s Keedick thought she saw a mouse,” replied the young man un- blushingly. “'L say, Mr. Hooligan !" ay it yuresilf. Vez hov yer mout" open.” ‘ouly wanted t' know ef yo’ evah heered a bed tick.” sther Johnsing ; but “I had to tell them something," he explained after they had gone back. ~ But why on earth did you scream, Madge?” “Tcouldn’t help it, love,” she replied contritely. arm you hurt my vaccinate.”” “When you grabbed my WILLIAM HENRY SIVITER, NO SONGS ‘LIKE THE OLD SONGS. Aunt Jemima— Willie, did your papa take you to the grand-army recep- tion last night?” Willie— Yes; and it was very slow until they asked papa to do something. He got up and sang ‘Just before the bottle, mother’; then everybody howled and we went down to supper.” MIGHT FARE WORSE. Invalid tourist—*Is Denver a good place for a consumptive to make his permanent residence?” Denverite—" reckon it is, stranger. This town has the finest cemeteries in the hull darn state.” A FLOOR-WALKER. Witherby—*You had better send up half a dozen pairs of these slippers.”” Satesman—" Pardon me, sir, but may I ask what you want so many for?” Witherby— Triplets.” NEVER ON TIME. ‘© BRONSON was an awful dilly- dallier, I think.” “Wasn't he? Why, in his last illness the doctor said he'd die before ten o'clock at night, and, by Jove! Bronson put it off seven hours.” DYEING BY INCHES, WORKERS TO THE FRONT. Mr. CLevetanp—“' Well, gentlemen, what can I do for you?” SPOKESMAN gagers in de ‘leventh ward.” “* We'se called ter see if yer won't make us licker- NOBILITY OUTDONE, Tramp— Madam, do not misjudge me. Tam no common tramp. I inherit the blood of the most noble race in America”. Sur—"' Yer looks don't deceive yer. th’ minnit I laid eyes on yer.” T knowed yer was an Injun comicbooks.com