Judge — February 24, 1894 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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JYD6E carried home in a very mellow state one night last wel “can't believe it.” “Oh, it’s true. They say Blanche won't believe it, either. Are you not sorry for her?” “Well, perhaps she doesn’t deserve any sympathy, marrying such a fellow. I don't sym- pathize much with her myself.” “I don't believe she is going to be married to him,” said the one.in gr: “Don't you? Why “Because I'm to be married to him myself next month, This is my corner. Good-by And the sweet young thing in gray stepped off the car, leaving the sweet young thing in brown gazing after her in wide-eyed amazemen* WILLIAM HENRY SIVITRR, WHAT'S IN A NAME? Marjorie—"Why do you take off your skirt?” Madge—" I'm going to give a skirt-dance.” BLACK WOOLLY STUFF. THEY TALKED ABOUT HARRY. WO sweet young things met in a street-car. They hadn't seen each other for ages and they had to. retail the ages’ accumulation of news. “Ob, do you know,” said the one in brown, “that Harry Fliters is to marry Blanche Hilon “hadn't heard of it,” replied the one in gray. “Tell me about it.” “Well, I've heard of it from sev- eral sources, and I must say that 1 don’t think Blanche is to be congratu- lated.” “ Why not “Why, don’t you know what a wretched flirt Mr. Flitters is?” ‘The one in gray shook her head. “Well, it's so. And that isn’t the worst of it.” * What else?” “He's awful fast.” * Really ?” “Yes. Everybody knows it. Goes = with the rapidest set of men in the THE OUTLOOK. city. Gambles, bets on horse-races, Docksey Ratz—"*Ah, sir, I was once like you—rich, happy drinks.” and contented. Could you spare me a few pennies, sir?” “Oh ly notte? SINESS MAN—"* I'll give you all I've got left—twenty-five h, surely not you'll tell me whether that water is warm enough to “Fact, Drinks like a fish. Was ° drown comfortably in.” Haro Wart AT “ Butt Bos's Wi Dick (he glass-ball breaker)—"* Most of GIVENE AN AVEO! the men you see shoot break their glass balls with small shot ; but Cuse solid shot—none else can do it.” (Aphlanit.) air banks LITERAL 1, CHoLLy—"Ah, Bertie! How are you feeling this morning, Bertie: THE EFICURE, H's wife puts on her sombre dress and goes With chastened air to church; his favorite dish No longer greets his eye each time he shows At dinner, and he turns from eggs and fish Disgusted, quite convinced ‘twas never meant ‘That man should keep the forty days of Lent. EASY FOR HIM. Scribblers —~Talk about literary work as drudgery! I don’t find it so. My writing is done with perfect ease. I don’t revise. 1 don’t often read over what I've written. She—* Not read it over? Seribblers —" No, madam.” She (convinced)—" Then, indeed, your work must be easy for you.” But just then his rifle went off. comicbooks.com