Judge, 1893-09-16 · page 5 of 16
Judge — September 16, 1893 — page 5: what you’re looking at
A restored page from Judge, 1893-09-16. Page through the whole issue in the reader above.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
165 AN EXPLANATION OF IT. year,” proudly observed a denizen of that pious suburb to a New = Z York friend.“ What do you say to that?” “I should say," responded the cynical Gothamite, “that the rapid | growth of cemeteries there was making land scarce.” rj (| {| (] (] (| | | | | 4 [ere il ann E value of real estate in Brooklyn increased twenty millions last i \ A PIG IN A POKE. Spectators (in chorus)—" The balloon is running away and the man can't cut the parachute-rope Hebrew manager—" Mine Gott! und I-baid dot feller in advance fer goming down mit dot parachute.” LOOKING AHEAD. oe D° ENGLISHMEN really read Punch to their children ?” “T believe so. The children see the points of the jokes sixty years after, and it insures a merry old age.” AN OPTICAL DELUSION. At first sight it looks as if the fence he hog is of the razor-back 4 should keep out the hog, but— variety, and the fence fails WITHOUT THE FATAL GIFT. +6QHE must be very plain-looking, from what I hear.” * Plain-looking! Why, she’s so plain-looking that when her husband led her to the altar the clergyman had him arrested as a suspicious character.” THE COLLECTING FAD. Clara—"And are you having a nice time this summer ?” Louise—" Perfectly lovely! I don’t want to boast, dear, but when I return to Syracuse I'll have the finest collection of souvenit engagement-rings that you ever saw.” PLEASED TO HAVE HIM. Young Fresher (at Gray Forks, arrayed in flannel suit) — “The crows are pretty thick around here, are they not ?” Farmer Meadowgrass—" They be, young man, I'm glad you've come” AT A CHURCH SOCIABLE, “Girlie” Chubb (to her near neighbor) —“ Do see that ” horrid old maid, Jane Hamm! How she purses up her lips ACCOUNTED FOR. when the men talk to her!” Nortnernen—" How is it that there are no blacks among your prisoners? Are they 1 B SCTRai nosh: an tie a eailor’g less criminal than the whites?" Near neighbor— That's nothing. She can tie a sailor's SOUTHERN PENITENTIARY WARDEN—‘' Well, no. You see, we generally lynch the knot with her tongue when the men don't talk to her.” comicbooks.com