Judge — November 10, 1894 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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

A SUCC Mr. JACKSON (¢he inventor)—"' | has de bearin’s ob deir laigs. Now toe see whedder mah excelsior scissor-mobement chicken-clutcher am a defeat or (click) — A LITTLE TOO SOON, R. DOVERSPIKE was going through one of the state-prison workshops when one of the convicts accidentally touched him, “Pardon me, sir,” said the man politely. “I'm very sorry,” replied Mr. Doverspike, “but I'm not the gov- ernor yet. I'm only a candidate for the of- fice.” CORRECT DI- AGNOSIS, Woman—"1 offer- ed him a glass of water and he immediately went into a fit and frothed at the mouth.” Man —" What do Woman —" No; imagine it is a tramp. TERM, a AAR wg) aTetTaa A MASCULINE DI Jack HALDACK (who had been up late) “* wish my hair trimmed a very W BARKER (interrupting, with great volubility)—"' Ves, sit. By the way, that was a great game between "— JACK HALPHACK (bored) ~"* Cut it short, will you? I wish to take a nap.” , \ Wr) Sin SZ a - FUL INVENTION THAL WAS KEPT SHADY, —a success Wurrriina Ike (of Death City)—"* Goi It was after I'd sunk my Tt was after { got inter th’ lock-up fer tryin’ ter kerlect a bill off othin’ goes here but rum an’ duels, you think it is—hydro- Don’t ertempt it. hobia 2” they didn’t eat. ss th’ sheriff thet T cum ter bed-rock sense. But what mought yer bizniz be Somuens (coolly)—"* Surgeon and coffin architect, friend. dead or aliv stranger, A CRASH, E£ HEAR the news of war's mad whirl, Of Japan's gain to China's loss. She's like the modern kitchen-girl— At smashing China she's the boss, CHARLEY’S CLUB. SS QHARLEY belongs to a splendid club,” said young Mrs, Tocker. 4) Indeed 2” said the “Yes, sitor. They have some ud Wpwes arrangement by which a mem- the way it is.” “ Not all about it; but he said that while he was playing billiards last night his bad English cost him five dollars.” HANDICAPPED. 6 &VES, her poetry is very good ; but then she is wholly unknown to the reading public.”* “How do you make that out?” “Why, according to her own story, she has been writing for the Chicago papers for seven le in th’ groc’ ILAH; OR, IRRETRIEVABLY BARRED FROM THE FOOT-BALL ELEVEN, New warner (ten minutes later)—"*All right, sir!" Jack Hatpnack (catching si wrong, you gibbering fool ! the talk short, not my hai ber has to pay a certain sum into the treasury if he doesn’t mind his grammar. I'm not sure, but I think that's “Did your husband tell you about it?” izniz in this burg, stranger? I've got ‘em tat himself in glass, furiously) —" Al You've ruined me! Confound you! I meant cut comicbooks.com