Judge — October 20, 1894 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE RIGHT TO THE POINT. AT A large dinner the hostess turned to the rector, a very nervous man, and requested him to ask a blessing. A silence fell upon the company, who were electrified a few seconds later as the rector rose and said, “Ob, Lord, we are thy sheep; make us meet for thy pasture.” AND VERY WISE IN HIM, THE most honest and upright ~ deacon in a church will usu- ally carry his umbrella to his pew on a rainy Sunday instead of leaving it near the door. “A FULL-BLOODED IRISH SETTER.” EVIDENCE OF LUXURY. Mrs, McCarty —" Shure, an’ Mrs. O'Toole do live foine.” Mrs, McCarty —" Moike sez whin she called O'Toole in to dinner ‘ yeshterday she said, ‘O'Toole, come in to yer tay an’ foive eggs." THE PROPER THING. Finst | prize - FIGHTER —"* Wot yer studyin’, Swipesey ?” SECOND PRIZE- FIGHTER —"* De latest speech uv a populist guv'ner. I'm committin’ it ter mem'ry. First rrize- ricer —"* Wot fer?" SECOND pRize-FiGHTER—" Why, me an’ de Black Cuckoo is goin’ ter meet ter-night an’ try ter come ter an agreement ‘bout de terms uv our next fight, an’ dis is de strongest language U kin find ter call him an’ his manager down wid. HUMANE, AT LEAST. Jack—"You may say what you please, but Miss de Vere has a kind and sympathetic heart.”” Jill—" What makes you think so?” Jack— Cholly Fitzhugh asked her last night if his monocle was becoming and she said yes.” iy Ie THE DOUBLE DROP THAT SETTLED THE “DUST” ARGUMENT, Gaamier Gase—" Stacked deck, eh? Wa-al, it wins ther dust jest th same, an’ if yer s' much ez attemp’ ter take yer hands outer them pockets I'll "— Travven Tom (with a lightning movement)—" Drap thet gun! Don’t haf ter take my hands out when they're gripped onter pocket-derringers like these. Rite erbout thar, now! Slope !” ‘The pointed. ‘The cornered. The upward. The downward, The combination, NEW HATS TO MATCIL THE FACE. comichooks:com