Judge — June 2, 1894 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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A CATASTROPHE. TERRIBLE. SCF what O did Daw- son die?” “Quinine two quinine pills. One f{’em got in his vermi- form appendix and Dawson handed in his cheques.” FAR MORE EXCLUSIVE, She—"As.a society man would you prefer to live in England or New York? “In New York, You see ind there are ten thousand nice people and_in New York only four hundred. OUR HEROES. (May goth.) [810 the valley of the awful shade Proudly they marched with clear, unfaltering eyes: Nor flinched they when the angel came and laid Upon their brows the wreaths of sacrifice. ‘The earth, their mother, keeps her sacred trust And shields them ever from the suns and snows While year by year above their hallowed dust Remembrance, fragrant as the violet, blows. A MOIST NAME. Mrs. FAxmer—"T wish you would do a little hoeing to pay for n that meal.”” SHVERY Tuxc—" T would, mam; but I'm no use on a fair day. You see, I'm a MacIntosh, mum, JUDGE IN MEDIAS RES. Foreman (ot the Sharptown Star) —1 see you've marked the paragraph about wa- termelons being in our midst for the editorial ditor “ Well, what if | have?” Foreman—* Don't you think it would be safer to put it between -killer and Ja- inger ads? APPROPRI- ATE +eLTAVE you seen that family tree that Cholly “has re- cently had pub- lished ?* “No; but | presume it’s bound in calf's- kin, is it not?” soul is its own an- cestor. WORTH SEEING. Jase (in a whirf.r}—" Observe him well, Johnnie, fer yer tay never see his likes agin.” A 4 Dat's de captain of «de Ate-ward Rangers, wot made five home runs in one game ! GREAT ENTHUSIASM, Se TPHERE was no speaking at Jolley’s dinner, you say hut the guests applauded every course and encored the wine.” SEARCH-LIGHT NEEDED. Mistress—" What is the matter with your cou- sin, cook—the one that has gone back to Ireland ? Cook—" Faith, Oi don’t know eggsackly, mum : but they do be tellin’ me he’s wan loong losht. LITERALLY TRUE. Preacher — Little boy, do ye know where you will go if you play ball on Sunday Little boy—"Nes, sir; 10 de hase-ball ground.” KEEPING THE DAY, SOYVHY are you putting on all your ribbons. and orders, dear?” said the wife of the Br ish minister on the morn- ing of May oth, * Because, my dear,” was the re- ply, “this the Ameri- cans'Decora- tion day.” comicbooks.com