Judge — November 17, 1894 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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

BY A WOMAN. WHO shall say our taste in dress is not hereditary when we can even trace our taste for boas back to Ruth? AMONG HER FRIENDS. ‘SHAVE you seen her new boudoir ?” “Yes. She has a lovely one, but she doesn’t know how to pronounce it.” JUDGE'S PORTRAIT-GAL- LERY. THE ADVANCE OF THE DRESS-PUFF, Picture of a New York copper who is above suspicion. THE RECTOR’S APPRECIATION. T WAS in a suburban village where train-service was as poor as it well could be, and on this particular day the thermometer registered ninety-six in the shade. The train rolled wearily into the apology of a station, the few waiting passengers boarded it, the guard shouted “All aboard !" and it steamed as wearily out. AS it was slowly turning the curve a man rushed up, the perspiration streaming down his face, just in time to see the last car disappear from view. For a few moments the air around there was fairly blue as he raged and stamped and gesticulated. As his wrath subsided he mopped his face, and, turning, saw the rector regarding him with a curious light in his eyes. “Tam sure I apologize, sir,” he commenced, “ for the profanity I have been using ; but blank such a — — — toad as this, anyway !" “Say no more, I beg,” replied the rector, wiping his brow on the last dry spot on his handkerchief. “On an occasion like this the services of a layman are not to be despised.” AN UNDESIRABLE PLACE, . syou have only very nice people in your town, I hear, Cadley.” “Yes; all swells, confound it! There's nobody in the whole place for a gentleman to look down on, YORK. It's really distressing.” UNREASONABLE, s—"* Wot yer jumpin’ on me fer? T ain't MORE SOUND THAN CENTS, . ‘Eien T Peters contribute to the campaign-fund ?” “Not so you could notice “Why, I heard him say he would be one of the first to put his hand in his pocket.” “Well, it’s there yet.” AN INDISPENSABLE, *Arry 'Astings—" W'at took his lordship, Wishy Wercome, back so suddenly Algernon Singen—"Aw, his A SUCCESSFUL STAMP-ACT. lordship’s man forgot his lord- Tiesty Witt Will yer take stamps fer dem drinks, boss?” ship's tub, dontcher know.” Bar-venpex—"* Sure. : : Taaxsty Witt Tergedder den, pard.” ‘Arry ‘Astings —" Ob, ‘or- Series of stamps and— rors !" HIS CORRECTION. SOYWWHERE are your checks for your baggage?” said Glanders to his visitor, young Mr. Goslin, “Here are the brawsses for me luggage,” was the reply, in somewhat of a rebuking tone. SHE WAS INTERESTED. Mr. Hunker (at the horse- show)—" You can tell a horse’s age by looking at his teeth.” Miss Keedick (deeply inter- ested) —" How old does a horse have to be before it is necessary to put in a false set?” stampede! comicbooks.com