Judge — January 12, 1895 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Suage HE HAD ALREADY BEEN CLEANED OUT. a highwayman. ‘CuoLtie—"' I don’t see anything so funny in that.” Cutapix—"* But I had just been to the church-bazaar before he did it.” SENTENCES PASSED BY THE JUDGE. TRUST to luck and find him late. What the prince owes the prince can repay. Man is a remnant and an agglomeration of the past. Each art learned is a new window opened to the soul. In the banquet of life the scum is sometimes mistaken for the cream. You may go abroad for pleasure and find her waiting by your fireside when you return again. A person has a right to exercise his own religion provided it does not interfere with his general good behavior. Those who econo- mize with unnecessary severity in anticipation of the proverbial rainy day produce an actual and perpetual drizzle. The new and un- familiar vice is the one that comes _unchal- lenged and disarms us before we can draw and defend ourselves. When the faculty of general criticism is fully aroused it is the surest guide to truth, though it lacks the agreeable qualities of the trust which accepts a friend’s word for fact LaDy oF HovsE—"' You'll find the wood- 2d his presence as an pile around by the barn. After you get it cut and accomplished deed. piled come around and get your fifty cents.” HIS SCHEME WORKED. KATURINE GROSJRAN, Haixy Hiccins—*"* Now den, de kid wot gits his wood cut an’ piled fust gits dis pipe an’ ter- backer an’ a chew of * Jolly Tar’ ter boot.” *: The funniest thing happened to me last night. I was held up by ‘They set to work industriously, STARTLING SCIENTIFIC FACTS. THERE'S a cunning young bacillus and a natty little germ, Or some frisky diatoma or’a microscopic worm, Or some scientific wonder dragging ‘round a Latin term, Tn our food and air and water and, by jings! it makes me squirm. And the sun will be much colder in about a million years, And a portion of earth's moisture slowly dries and disappears, And its crust is slowly cooling and excites our human fears, So, by jings! you needn't wonder if it fills my eyes with tears. ms Ina hundred generations man will have no teeth at all And his skull will be as naked as a shiny billiard-ball ; His superfluous ‘toes will vanish, he will be but four feet tall, So, by jings! you cannot wonder if my flesh begins to crawl, He will travel with electrics, bicycles and cable-cars : With his airships he will wander like a meteor ‘mid the stars ; He will open navigation on the water-ways of Mars, And, by jings ! where will you stop him when he once lets down the bars? And now Edison ‘s inventing patent food, and I'll be blessed If it won't knock out the farmers and the wheat-fields of the west ; And this baby incubator—and perhaps that way is best, But I'll go to Philadelphia, where my brain can take a rest. A. woRDEM, A MISTAKE, THE coaT—'* Mab-a a!” He WITH THE FRING! "ll kill yez if yez dare t’ guy me ag’in !” Harry Hicotxs—" T’ank yer, mum ! I've seed de time when I didn't have ter work so hard fer a half-a-plunker.” comicbooks.com