Judge — August 18, 1894 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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OLD ACQUAINTANC! Mx. HiGHrouLer (¢o Ainsel/)—"'Ab! here's a chance for a little quiet mash." (A/oud)—" Pardon me, ladies, but hav'n't we met before?” A FEMININE ROBINSON CRUSOE, HE summer maiden walked slowly along the beach, stopping at inter- vals to gaze pensively at the sunlit waters or the deep blue of the sky. Then she looked at Finally her eyes grew Once she heaved a great sigh and said, “Ah me!” the waters and the sky some more and walked on. wearied by the glaring light and she looked Sir! —"* Quite likely, James s Papa After a few minutes the leader waved the crowd back and, drawing from the bosom of her dress a tape-measure, began to take the dimensions of the object. The others looked on, breathless, until the leader arose trem- bling with emotion and cried, in a voice that rang along the seashore to the very steps of the hotel, «* It—is—the—footprint—of—a—man!" “ The— footprint of a man!" echoed the other nineteen girls, and there was a wild rush for the hotel. Fifteen seconds later His MOTHER-IN-LAW ) His wire His paventer downward. As she did so her lips parted in a long-drawn ery, her face became pale with excitement, and for a moment she seemed to be unable to move. Was it a snake or some monster of the deep that lay there ready to attack the helpless girl? No; for the next moment she was down on her knees with face close to the ground, examining the object which arrested her footsteps. Her examina- tion must have been thorough, for she did not raise her head for fully five minutes. Then she sprang to her feet with another wild cry and ran with all her might to the summer hotel Three minutes later she stepped from the hotel at the head of a troop of nineteen sum- mer girls. All were talking in an excited way and plying their leader with questions. But she said never a word until she came to the spot where she had made her exciting dis- ling a halt here, she said in thrill- wook! Here! See! What else can it be? Immediately twenty 1 their knee aidens were on ; twenty faces were almost pressed to the sand and twenty throats emitted all B Country Lani sorts of cries of surprise and excitement. Bowery Sta THAT NEW Birdie was a great show in his swimming-suit shrinkage ! ONE ON HIS NIBs. Bowery STAGGERS —** Dat's tough on John.” * What?” RS —'* Beefsteak.” BATHING. Tut when in the water—lo, the tortures of a twenty pairs of hands were engaged in “ put- “BEE Ie BEAK il ting up" bangs anew, and the contents of ay several hundred big trunks were scattered on the floor for inspection. w. 1, miorvox A WONDERING YOUTH. F EV'RY form of art she’s fond ; She's fond of bric-4-brac and lace, “Twixt her and painting there's a bond That nothing ever can displace. She's fond of music and she sings, She's very fond of poetry ; ‘Tis strange that, fond of all good things, In no way is she fond of me! BENEFITS, M®- SPIGOT was being shown the points of village interest by Mrs. Wellby. “T suppose that grass in the park has been cut for the aldermen,” remarked Mr. Spigot serenely. “For the aldermen?” exclaimed Mrs. Wellby unsuspiciously. “Dear me, no! You mean for the alderneys.”” UIT. Shrunk. comicbooks.com