Judge — April 22, 1893 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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ONE OF MANY. "VE NEVER told an editor that I could run his | journal ; | I'm sure I've never sermonized upon the life eternal, I've ne'er suggested remedies for all my friends’ afilictions ; And as to coming weather I have never made predictions, In all my life I'm sure I've never tried to set the fashion ; MPR For Wagner or theosophy I've never had a passion. T've ne'er set up an idol and asked people to adore it; And a'l I want to say is, I deserve a medal for it, NATMAN SM. LEVY. TWO SIDES. CLARA—“' How has your new dressmaker been treating you?" Mavpe—"'Ob, splendid! But she has been suing father.”” A BUSINESS SCHEME. 66]N CASEY'S saloon you get a Columbian stamp with a glass of beer.” “ What's the idea of that?” “Well, after you've licked the stamp you are so dry you need two more glasses.”” THE BLINDNESS OF LOVE. ] ALMOST worship her, I know, And if it sounds like treason I can’t tell why I love her so, OUT OF LEASH. And that's the very reason. Farmer SocBack—"* Now, blame yer old pelt! kick, an’ kick hard.” A, BUSINESS MAN. Customer —" May/l try these trou- sers on?” Isaacs—"As you blease, sir.” Customer (\ater)—" They don't fit at all.” Tsaacs—" Vell, 1 take ‘em back at fifty per zent.” WHAT IT IS COMING TO, Customer—"What! I didn’t buy Boox-acent—"tAm I addressing the lady of the them.” house?” 4 : Serer Isaacs—" But you haf worn ‘em. Bripcer—'*Shure, but Oi am jist goin’ t' th ; . matinée, an’ th’ other leddy is too busy gittin' dinner t' 1 gannot let beeples wear my glothes talk t’ yez.” fer noddings. Fife tollars, blease.”” THE MAGIC WORD. Mrs. Drocan—"* Wake up, Moike! They’s burglars in th’ house.” Mx. Dros. Ss 7 R06. * lov it val e'l Mrs. DroGAn—"' Moike, will yez hov a dhrap av whisky?" oe Dr oa une th’ love av hivin, Moike, wake up! We'll all be Mk. DroGan—* Who said whisky?” Mx. Drocax—(Snore—snore—snore.) comicbooks.com