Judge — June 17, 1893 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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

IN THE GENERAL-SESSIONS COURT. ONG, long ago, when my eye was bright And my head wore raven locks, I was called to the general-sessions court ‘And placed in the jury-box. When the trial began my infant son Kissed papa good-bye and cried ; When the prosecution finished its case My son sat in court with his bride ; And when the defense consented to rest ‘And the summing-up was begun My six little grandchildren came to court To see which side had won: Ww. L. RIORDON. A DIPLOMATIC ANSWER. SSCAN'T you settle this bill to-day, senator?” asked the tailor of the delinquent legislator. “No, Snip; it wouldn't be parliamentary. I’ve merely glanced over it, you know, and I can’t pass a bill until after its third reading.” WOULD NOT BE LIBELED. THe poctor—"' You are very badly run down, Felix. Do you know that?” FeLix—" By who, docther? i'll allow no wan t' talk beboind me back widout makin’ thim prove ivery wur-rud thot's bin sed, Oi'll not.” ao Pk UOT SOPHIE = PESSIMISMS. HYNESS is a sport on the tree of egotism. Love is blind, but hatred wears double lenses. Pure love is a phoenix which rises from the ashes of self. Most men are like small dogs— very ferocious behind the fence. Counting the blessings that re- main is like enumerating the teeth left after a fight. A person who demands admi- ration is disliked in proportion to the admiration we cannot but concede. What a fine glow we feel in defending a slandered enemy; and how fervently we hope that our opinions will have no weight. If every person on earth spoke the truth and nothing but the truth upon one appointed day of each year we would soon revert to barbarism. MARY 3. SCOTT. IN TRAINING, Wilkins—"1 passed your house yesterday and saw you tearing around your room, striking the air with a towel. Thought you had gone crazy sure.” Bulger—" No; 1 was only training for my month’s rest by the sea.” an Sacer Ni THE SMALLEST LIVING DWARF. “Say, Tim, I hear you're de smalles’ livin’ dwarf in de museum, How does yer work it, when you're so tall?” Tim on exhibition—how he worked it, comicbooks.com