Judge — August 5, 1893 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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

Winow—* Can you ‘ring up’ the ghost of my poor, dead husband, Theophilus Phyle? picture. Perhaps that'll help you to resurrect him.” “Yes, madam, for his spirit to arrive. Mep PRACTICAL SPIRITUALISM. Mepiun (five minutes later)—" There, Jimmy, you ain't a bad likeness of old Phyle; heaven help you! Put on the other ' mutton-chop’ an’ we'll let ‘er go.” HE WASN’T AFRAID. OVERNOR PATTISON of Pennsylvania is the father of a bright boy of five who requires occa- sional disciplining. On a recent occasion of this sort the governor picked up a heavy cane and said, “Come here, sir!” “Oh,” said the little fellow in reply, “if you hit me with that you'll kill me, and I know you won't do that.” Here's his It will probably Be seated.” BARRED OUT ALL AROUND. St. Peter—" What did you do on earth?” Spirit —"1 wrote the poetry advertisements for the elevated road: St. Peter —" We don’t want you here. better try the other place.” Spirit- “1 did, but they wouldn't let me in.” You had RAISING THE PRICE OF LIQUOR CERTAINLY A TONGUE-TWISTER. #6 LTOW does your Eula- H lia frappé go?" “Tt doesn't go said the bar-keeper. “What is the reason?” “There isn’t a man who comes in the place who can call for it after half-past twelve at night.” A USEFUL ARTICLE. Gilfoyle —"1 have just bought a safety razor with a phonograph attachment. Poindexter —"W hat's that?" Gilfoyle—"Akter you have shaved the razor *Shampoo, sir? Hair cut? at all,” NO HOPE FOR HIM. ASYLUM-WARDEN ((o visifors)}—"* This, ladies and gentlemen, is the most hopeless case we have. Vistrox—" What drove him crazy? ASVLUM-WARDES—"* He was a juror in a case where medical experts were called in.” Wivow (as ghost appears)—* Thats him, the old skinflint! Whoop-la!—— —You vinegar-faced old rascal! tell me why you left all your money to that orphan asylum ?— —There! I guess this ‘Il learn you better next time.” NOT TO BE FOOLED. ‘¢GHAKE hands with me, Johnny, will you? Ah, the other hand, That is the wrong hand,” said the visitor. “No, ‘tain’t,” said Jobnny hand, There ain't no such th hand.” it’s my left yas a wrong comicbooks.com