Judge — July 22, 1893 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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R. BRIGGS having been permitted by Saint Bradley to preach in Asbury Park, we should think he might have some slight hope of getting into the kingdom of heaven. tee ‘THERE 1S SO MUCH equal and exact justice.” says a Chicagoan, commenting on the pardon of the convict anarchists, “that a decent man has to run for his life.”” : HOSE WOMEN who kick with four legs are admitted to bathing-dresses in Asbury Park on the sole con- dition that the real ones are unbuckled and left in the bath-houses. Coear ERTAIN THIEVES in Brooklyn who have robbed a fund for the burial of old soldiers have rather eclipsed the individual who gratified himself with pennies from dead men’s eyes. IN CHICAGO STYLE. Mr. Repuor (of Fire island) —** 1 have come to confess my love and to ask you to be the partner of my joys and sorrows.” Miss LaxeMicH— “All right; but—er—we don't know each other very well; suppose we make it a ‘limited '?” TO THE CAREFUL HOUSEWIFE, THERE SHOULD be a placard on every wall of every house—"“ Do not put away things.” The habit of putting away things has brought untold misery to thousands of families. Your morning and your evening Papers are put away. Your magazine of the current month finds its way to the store-room as a part of the literature of last year. Your cigars are so carefully put away that they are never available. Once five boxes of quinine pills were found in as many places after the man who wanted them was dead. Once there was no light in a country house for three nights because some thousands of matches had been put away. Oh, do not put away! Do not be so infernally careful not to have things where you can put your hands on them. Leave the chairs, tables and beds sufficiently in sight to be used and occupied. If you cannot do that at least leave the house within view, that it may be entered if peradventure one has lost his spectacles. . A BLIND HAND. “*Sam, what did yo' hab las’ night when de deacon had fow aces?” Sam—'*Lo'd! I had de blin’ staggahs.” EVERY RELIGIOUS RUFFIAN in Eng- land and protestant Ireland who doesn’t agree with Gladstone thinks it a Christian privilege and duty to insult the old man. Pause and think of that. tie T IS CURIOUS that so many Brooklyn girls should have their hair clipped by scoundrels when any cheap rascal can go into ny Brooklyn house at night and find several cads of hair already made up into wigs. A ROLAND FOR AN OLIVER. [)®. HOLMES has written a hymn in which he speaks appreciatively of the love and tercy of God and the Saviour, but says noth- whatever as to election and damnation, AC TIRCEROMO THES PARSON Sag hape! ; e had better hurry up with his dying or Jimm1e—" Oh, sir! would you give me a few Patsy —"*Say, Jimmie, dat was a straight tip d 8 pennies? Me fader’s dead and me mudder’s sick abed de sportin’ gent give yer. dat was. ome theologians will get together and either wid ten small childrens. I'm de oldes’, an’ "—— Jimmiz—** Dat may be, Patsy, dat may be, but ondemn him to the stake or hang him out- CounTRY. PARSON—"* Don't cry, iny boy. Don't I never heard of de horse. He must be a Guttenburg ght. , : cry. Here's a dollar for you. Put your trust in skate.” ught. An eye for an eye anda tooth fora jeaven, my boy; put your trust in heaven to-day Patsy —‘* Never you mind, Jimmie: if he’s oth, thou heathen philosopher. and you'll come out all right.” booked to win, play him even if he's a lobster comicbooks.com