Judge — July 7, 1894 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE “Now, that must be some place of note,” the girl observed, standing still and gazing reverently upon it. The guide-book, on investigation, revealed nothing concerning anything on the whole street. “What do you think it i asked. The Englishman replaced the book in his pocket. * Washington lived in it,” be re- OUT OF TRAINING. Otvsroxt—" Ha, ha, boys! t beat your Uncle Oldsport batting lies, even if he is old. THE END OF HIS TETHER. SHE bad married a young Ex lish He had come over to New York with credentials both as to bank-account and reputability in addition to the usual ones of near relationship to titles; had wooed her in her own home, had married her from her own church, and now she was taking him, by easy stages, to view the beauties of her own country. This sounds fanciful to absurdity. But she was the right sert of American girl and he was the right sort of Englishman, and it did not occur to either of them that the girl ought to have dowager approbation eted upon her, any more than her trunks covered with continental labels, of that she ought to call those same trunks boxes, ——And just watch me slide, hey. — Yet she lived until last month, in the year of our Lord and international matciages 1894, in Washingion square, and its conservative denizens were at her mar- riage. All of which shows that the girl’s parents and the man’s parents had something else to leave their chil- dren than the usual patrimony. ‘They had visited a great many eastern cities, had done Boston and Philadelphia with much patriotic en- thusiasm on the girl's part and, possibly, vicarious enjoy- ment on the man’s. It is not particularly pleasant for an Englishman to go over the scene of English’ blunders and be expected to glow with warm feeling in the room where the Boston tea- party was born, Every second bnilding in Boston seemed to be memorable as a place where the | — Get on to that inshoot. — British used a meeting- house for dancing in or otherwise misbehaved themselves. This partic- ular Englishman came finally to conceive a violent hatred for the father of his country. Washington let- ters and relics and bal- conies from which Wast setts to Virgin owing to the newne: f BLIGHTING EFFECT OF ZIM’S CARICATURES. Tue Gi I see by de newspapah called Juoc de time, seemed to abound from } ia. He suppressed, however, NUINE Misy SNOWNALL (/rigidl)—"* M dat yo'se gittin’ I fear 1 mus’ cancei our engagement. THE REAL Mk. JOUNSON ( why, dem’s only jokes, M "Tie GENUINE M gah? Yo' call razzer duels only jokes? aik it back * Wha’ dat. nig- fights, chicken-stealin’, an’ pistol ‘Taik back yo' ring, Mistah Johnson. from which he addressed the mob. Do you think,” he added with increasing gloom, * that Washington could see a balcony like that and not get on it and ad- dress the mob ?— and that,” fiercely, is the library: window where he sat — whenever he was not posing on an irén horse — inditing let- ters, one for every square mile in the States. and | should like to _ smash every pane in it!” And the girl perceived that one may over-educate evenan Eng- lishman, —Hlow's that for a runnin; ssachu- is marital rela- HE KNEW HUIS BUSINESS. * What's your business ?” Dxunk —'* My perfession is dat uv a mind-reader,” Jupcr —* Well, UI give you a chance to prove your statement. What are my thoughts at the present moment ?” Deunk iF * You're thinkin? l'yi de ai Jivte—" You ‘may go." ” tions, all his inward sarcastic comments on the volume and extent of Washington's correspondence and the diversity of rivers he seemed to have crossed, and the gitl took him daily to more places of historic interest. monuments to soldiers and mu- seums. Nothing was omitted from his education. In Baltimore, owing to their inadvert- ently procuring a guide-book thirty years old, they had to scour the streets to find spots to become patriotic over. One day an old colonial mansion with much bepillared veranda and balcony caught their eyes. ** Maria, for heaven's doctor ; I can't move. Otpsrowr (the next morning )— sake run for the Woug! comicbooks.com