Judge — December 29, 1894 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE AT PARTING. (Newyear's, 185.) HATE on top of yearth, Nell, Oh, promise me yew'll think, Nell, Tew hev tew say good-bye ; ‘How bad I felt when I, Ef people wasn’t look A-graspin’ of your hand, Nell, A tear would jew my eye. Made out to say good-bye. My hand is jest a-trem’l ‘The road is long an’ rocky AlLovers chill my spin From here to Tompkins’ store ; T couldn't feel no worser I don't know if I'll ever At leavin’ life behin’, Git back here any more. I'm steddyin’ on the days, Nell, Fer toll is high an’ hosses When yew an’ me hev walked Don’t stan’ the wear an’ tear In hill an’ wood an’ medder, Of mount'in roads, an’ likely A-holdin’ hands, an’ talked I won't hev time tew spare Of love an’ folks thet died, Nell, Fer chasin’ back an’ furreds Account of cruel kin To visit friends. Yew see, Thet wouldn’t leave ‘em marry, It’s cheaper makin’ new ones But perkered ‘em like sin, Wharever yew may be. An’ now I'm goin’ off, Nell, A-clerkin’ in a store Now don’t yew git tew cryin’ An’ hevin’ me feel bad. Good fohty mile away, Nell, Girls always is so selfish An’ some allows it’s more, They git a feller mad. But nuther town-girls’ smilin’ Quit grabbin’ at my sleeve so ; Ner wealf ner pleasure gay ‘This stuff is bound tew muss, Kin make me disremember Far'well! When yew're in town, Nell, ‘This mo'nful partin’ day. Be sure yew trade with us, KNEW THE TRADE RVA WILDER MCGLASSON, ALY HIGHFLIER (lo Ais valet and secretary)—“‘All the A NEW WAY TO blooming bills in, James?” James—" Nearly hall, sir. RECKON, } ALGY HicHFLter—'* How much do I owe?” +s }OW old is your James—'* Habout five thousand, sir.” son, Aunt ‘Liza ?” ¥ ALcy HicHFLtex—"* Good heavens, James! I must run gene a that up to ten thousand mighty quick or the beastly twadesmen * Dat ‘Rastus ? will be wanting their money.” “Well, dat_ ar boy hab seen sebenteen wa- tahmillion seasons, Massa a4 MONTHS IN ADVANCE. | CAN make my Louise a present to-day, And I give here the straight reason why ; ‘The magazine editor 's just sent the pay For the verses I wrote in July. Tue DavGuTER—"* This is Christmas and papa is go- ing to give mea handsome diamond ring.” THE BOSS WAS MARRIED. Mossy Detis—"* How'd yer git in that state, Hunkey—struck a cyclone? WooptasD GLapes—"'De ol’ respectable AUT SISTER AUT NULLUS. racket has failed, Mossy. Twent over ter that house THE LEADING MAN—'*So the soubrette refused you?” ¥ eee eS prrailen tema eatnici ate aia] AACE es wey paid she'd sooner be a sister tome." * was a chuckle-headed idiot an’ didn't know w'en T'd tc x k luck, an’ set de dog onter me. You'd better THE son —** Christmas Tue 3 on So sh Id strike src Ks dog n 3 Sache anak Beavee Tada Cee AOE Ge he could: ike g0 over an" work de driven-ter-drink.through-a-bad- T expect the old man to of getting it.” come down heavy.” Tue CHILDREN—"* This is Christmas, cree onto when papa will give ua lots and lotsof nlos don't suppose my husband THE, HaLr—", Christmas preseats from the old Seo -aiTbis tg Christus dice presents.” will refuse me a new seal. Party no} tina i skin.” cs CHRISTMAS FACES. comicbooks.com