Judge — June 9, 1894 — page 7: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

UNDESERVE, Youne wire—" Poor dear ! is ‘ou all broken up with working so hard in the city? Yes, ‘ou is.” SYMPATHY, What made him tired. NOT IN THE CONTRACT. HE water was deliciously translucent ; the air soft and balmy as a maiden’s sigh. The radiant sun hung trembling like a purple jewel, pendent upon the bosom of the azure west. It was the fourth day of the honeymoon. The gallant young husband had induced his blushing bride to take a dip within the treacherous surf, and as they hung side by side upon the life-line, gazing into the depths of each other’s eyes, intent upon the rapture of the moment, and without a thought save their own selfish bliss, an eternity of happiness seemed to open before them. Sud= denly she spoke: ™ George, do you really love me?” “ My ‘ittle tootsie, ‘oo knows I do.” “ Would you do any- thing for me, George ?" “Anything? Every- thing, my ‘ittle dovi “Would you die for me, George?” “Willingly, gladly, my own precious angel.” “Then, oh, George! please duck down and grab hold of the crab that's fooling ‘round my foot.” And at that instant an enormous breaker wrenched her husband's palsied fingers from the life-line and swept him like a log upon the beach. Aye, e’en up to the bath house and into his new summer suit, before he recovered himself sufi- ciently to. think up his first conjugal excuse. NER CONS) DERATENESS HARDLY NECESSARY. Erite—" I would like to introduce you, Maud, but Tam afraid we would interrupt him when he was just in the midst of composing some grand poem.” ‘THe PORT (sotto voce)—"" 1 wonder if the tip that negro gave me on Sirocco in that third race is straight." THE EDITOR'S LITTLE SCHEME. have a very fine poem to" — Stl al ear *All right, — 365 AL FRESCO. I TWAS at a roof-garden I met her (was bent upon taking the air), And now I can never forget her, She's a maiden so dainty and fair. My love, cruel lass, she ne'er heeded, She took up with a lover more bold— T got much more air than I needed, For I'm left wholly out in the cold ! IIS WAKING WAS INOPPORTUNE, illie, go in the other room and look at Uncle Bob's bald head ; he’s sound asleey painted a face on it. You never saw anything like i WILLIE (t0ho has seen the same trick before)—"* Why, that’s an old chestnut.” ce Bon—"' Next time yer call me an old chestnut yer want ter be sure I'm sound asleep. Do yer hear me?" —Next !" comicbooks.com