Judge — November 3, 1894 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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O'Donovan (sho has made a purchase in horse-flesh)—"* Whin me ould woman gits back frum market an’ dhraps her oyes betop this shtoylish baste, wid her tail docked loike a rale Wanderbilt, her optics “Il projict a bit frum her ould mug. Manewhoile mesilf il shtep inter th’ house fer a dirap.”” SSIS Mickey (son of the neighboring junkman)—'* Now, fellers, hump yerselves an’ bring on dem imertation horns an’ de bucket o' white- wash, — —Keep ‘er head down, Jimmy, till I git ‘em tied on solid ; you, Billy, hussle yersilf an’ spot her up artistical.” Mxs O'DoovaN (in background)—" Fer hivin's sake! wud yez luk at th’ soize av thot Billy-goat.” Mx. O'Donovan (emerging from deor)—'* TW divil take me, whot er change in me optical visyan th’ dhrap Oi tuk has made in th’ shpace av toime !* 1E KNEW A THING OR TWO.” HALLOWEEN IN THE KITCHEN. JANE ANN JOHNSING 's tryin’ tricks— Tryin’ t’ git ole fate t' fix All her futer nice ‘nd sweet, An’ give her fur a busban’, Pete. Great big nigger sawin’ wood, Wouldn't have him if I could ; Lyin’, thievin’, lazy lot. Look at him? Well, T guess not. A HEAVY LOAD. Bridget —" Wud ye plaze tell me, mum, if the gintleman nexht dorr gits dhrunk ?” Mi stress—" Oh. no, Bridget; I. think not. Why do you ask 2" Bridget —* Well, mum, Oi do be afther watchin’ av him coom- in’ frum th’ carner, an’ ivery stip he tuk, he tuk th’ sidewalk wid him.” Dat you Pete? Why, jest come in. Ain‘t you lookin’ kind o' thin? Draw yo’ chair up by de fire, No; take this one—soft ‘nd higher. What say—like my wine ‘nd cake? Allus heard dat I could bake? Marry ?—I yo’ darlin’ sweet ? Tru'ful, honest, smart ole Pete ! ONE 1. jonas, ASTRONOMICAL, Shooting stars, THOSE SHRINKING FLANNELS. They were tennis-trousers last summer, but now they make very good drawers, comicbooks.com