Judge — September 16, 1893 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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167 GLORY ENOUGH WITHOUT ’EM. THE editor of the New Vork-Zelegram wants ten thousand rich and pretty girls to give their time and money to the saving of souls, and says that if they do we shall hear the millennial bells ring. It would be so pleasing to be saved in that way that really the bells and the ringing would be wholly superfluous. NEXT MORNING. Herr Grout—“Ach, mein son, dot vas very goot peer. Now I go me again to shleep, und vhenever I vas dhirsty you vakes me.” Hans—" AM righd, fadder; but vhen vill you pe dhirsty.” Herr Grout—*\henever you vakes me.” POOR THING! Youne wire, (in tears)—"* Boo-hoo! T'll get a divorce (boo-hoo !) ; that I will.” Her MOTH®R—"* What has the brute done now?" YounG Wirr—"' He gave mea cheque for fifty dollars, and (boo-hoo ') he laughed when he gave it to me; and (boo-hoo !) when I got to the Lank (boo- hoo") they said they couldn't cash it for ninety days (boo-hoo-hoo !)."" TO SEPTEMBER. SEPTEMBER, ob, September! Your days are far from nice. ‘They mind me o that pudding Composed of glue and rice— The middle may be scorching While the rinds are cold as ice. At midnight you are winter ; In the morning you are spring ; At mid-day fiercest summer, As the wild mosquitoes And you wish you were 2 And could pull off everything. September, I'm but mortal, With non-clastic bones, And think it hard to have them stretched ‘Through all the varying tones Of eighty-seven latitudes And half a dozen zones. MARY at SCOTT. KNEW HER FAILING, Mrs, Newhouse— Katie, Mr. New- house says cook must boil the drinking- water after this, Tell her to have some boiled for dinner to-day.” Fenn aad ON DOE ase THE LATEST IN THEATRICAL ADVERTISING. FUL EVOLUTIONS OF Mrs, Newhouse—‘And, Katic, tell PROMINENT STAR—"* You're doing pretty well. but hit harder, Ethel. THE NINETEENTIC CENTURY, her to be sure not to burn it.” We'll have a crowded mob in a few minutes.” Tue 1t0N-TaMER — "I've had my eye on old Leo. and I think DURING THE ACT. he meditates an attack on me; “Aha! L thought so. This is the greatest triumph of ‘Tremendous success, but Tl fix him, TH fill my stuffed | my tie.” tights with red pepper.” comicbooks.com