Judge — August 19, 1893 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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My orrice-soy—‘* Ker-chew !" MyseLr—'* Pretty bad cough you've got, Johnny. this afternoon,” VIEWS FOR SUMMER. CRYSTAL lake all frozen o'er, White, in the moon, from shore to shore. A field of freshly-fallen snow, Where bracing wintry breezes blow. Long icicles that glitter fair On trees and shrubs and everywhere. Cool caverns deep, where trickly rills uggest the most delightful chills, These are the sort of pictures we Just at this time would like to see. For of this stuff our dreams are made When it is ninety in the shade. M.S, oRtDaRs. HIS BOOTY. se DoE any work lately?” said one highwayman to another. “Held up a train Tuesday ht.” . Get much?” “Only about one hundred and forty dollars in cash, but I bagged 1 dozen or so nice revolvers.” “Don't you come crowing over m “Don't you monkey with me, then. KEEPING UP THE ILLUSION, Better stay at home, Tix! A PROFITABLE MASQUERADE. Mr. Eacie Eve (late of the Bowery, to tender foot at way-station in Dakota)— **T sell you dese religs ohf der Guster massager at gost. 1 fought mit Zi dot day unt know dey is chenooine, shelp me !" AN OPINION. . ‘Miss BARBER cut me on the avenue “Tam surprised.” “So am I. [always thought her too dull to cut any one.” SAND WANTED. She (on the beach) — “1 was afraid you were going to kiss me then, you pursed up your lips so.” He—“Oh, no; I wouldn't dare do that. I merely had some sand in my mouth.” She (disgustedly) — “Don'ttake it out. It may get into your system.” My oFFice-Boy (two hours later, as 1 stroll on to the grounds and he sees chew—s-sh-ch-k-chew !" THE DIFFERENCE. T THE general office of the Western and Southern farm mortgage company. Georgia correspondent— “Do you find any difference between southern and western borrowers President of W. S.F.M. Co.—" Well, yes; there is one difference. A Kansas farmer always wants a loan to pay his debts, but_a Georgian always desires it to liquidate his in- debtedness.”” UNCERTAIN. Mrs. Miggs—" Sammy, how is that old gentleman that’s been sick so long at your house? Sammy—* Oh, he’s goin’ to be buried this afternoon.” Mrs. Miggs—*Why, 1 didn’t know he was dead.” Sammy —"Well, 1 don't know if he’s dead yet, but he's goin’ to be buried at twoo'clock.” in’ Pall A POKER TERM. “A close call. comicbooks.com