Judge — September 22, 1894 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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

AN ADVANTAGEOUS HIRSUTE FAD. Any one upon seeing Mr. Gussie in number one would naturally size him up as an eminent young college foot-ball player: but those who know him at the ribbon-counter know him as he looks in ‘number two. ‘The prevailing foot-ball style is a masterly concealment of unadorning appendages, and will boom Mr. Gussie in his fall outing at the mountains. NOT ORTHODOX. Dottie—" Mamma, I guess my dolly’s mamma must have been a very unpious lady.” Mamma—" Why so, Dot?” Dottie— Why, she’s made her so her knees won't bend. 1 haye to put VERY LIKELY. her on her stummick to say her prayers.” SHE—"' Did you hear about my uncle, Professor Rox, the celebrated geologist, being attacked by a fierce eagle during his last trip to the mount- ains?” Hr—"' No; I heard nothing of it.” SHe—" Yes; it swooped down upon him and after a fierce fight the eagle, would you believe it, seized his wig and flew away.” Ilz—"" H'm ! it must have been a bald eagle.” SENTENCES PASSED BY THE JUDGE. Mesic is the chaste or voluptuous dance of sounds. When Time makes exchanges Time takes the boot. Imitation is the first attempt of the child at education. Unravel an illusion and the threads will never bear re- spinning. Dreams are broken bits of reality placed in the shifting kaleidoscope of the sleeping mind. To decry the healer and his art and then to ride post haste for the physician upon approaching qualms is typical of humanity. When an idea once gets into the labyrinth of the brain there is no knowing what turn it may take or what develop- ments may ensue. The responsibility for the existence of evil-doing and wrong tendencies is shifted from child to parent and from parent to ancestor until it is loosed from the impatient back : of the world and falls upon the broad and capable shoulder A COLLEGE PROFESSOR AND HIS CLASS. of the Almighty. KATMRINE GROSJEAN THOSE SUNDAY PAPERS. “John, oh jancr rear Jou, DEAR (suddenly appearing)—"' Yes, angel ; be there in a minute. John, dear, where ane yon 73 Diane. is ready Just got through with the last page of that Sunday paper.” comicbooks.com