Judge, 1894-12-01 · page 6 of 20
Judge — December 1, 1894 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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A NEW USE FORK THE BOA, The way Miss Boawe leads her pet dogs without any trouble. SENTENCES PASSED BY THE JUDGE. A THWARTED principle strikes deep roots, The most irretractable errors are those in ink. Purity is a necessity with women; a concession to mo- rality with men, ‘The lesser the education the greater the susceptibility to slights and offenses. The debt of the rose to the mire is one which indifference grants and nature repays. In her eagerness to create, Nature may sometimes be be- trayed, but she never creates a monstrosity without protest. My neighbor never understands the grounds of my offense against him, for they rest on some things other than the things he did. The sympathy that adds another tear to our eyes is sometimes better than the laugh which would make us forget that there is any cause for weeping. KaTHMINE GROgRAN WON BY A NECK (WITH A BILL ON IT). A CITIZEN meta pompous individual walking up the street and said, “* Why are all these people in the street?” The pompous individual said, “Quite a little accident; quite a little accident. has been drowned and the: The citizen replied, “ Quite a little accident? deuced big accident, I can tell you.” Jack Latebird—Vhe doctor had said at midnight that all was over, and we were closing Maude's eyes when she suddenly revived and sa Harry Highflyer—* What a wonderful physiological phenomenon !” Jack Latebird—" Well—er—not exactly. By his latch-key into our front door.” 4. The finish, COMPARATIVE GRIEFS. The widow Brown's son are getting him out of the water.” If it had been your boy it would have been a CALLED BACK. mistake our next-door neighbor had just put HOW HE FOUGHT. Feast yer eyes, Billy, on dat figger while yer got de chance !" Who is de gent?” p—"* Dat's de champion prize-fighter Jawem, wot's wrote t'ree hundred more columns in de newspapers dan his opponent.” comicbooks.com