Judge — January 19, 1895 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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. — Bit this time, ah—never fail_— SHADOWS THAT ARE Sudge ALL MODERN CONVENIENCES. + AND do they have much rejected manuscript in the office?” asked the timid contributor of the office-boy, who was sweeping out. “You betcher life they do,” replied the latter. * Why, they keep two men who don’t do nothin’ but write rejected manuscript.” HE SITS THAT WAY. Totling —" The kangaroo strikes me as being a very sick animal.” Dimling —"\ don’t know why that should be the case.” Totling —" Well, | never saw one that was not on its last legs.”” MR. O'ROURKE'S NEW BAR-TENDER. BAx-TENDER (who has delivered two beers to Mr. O'Grady, who requests him to“ cha-arge thim")—" Wello! Misther O'Kourke, oop there.” Mr. O'Kou Bak-TENDER—"* Mk. O'Kourke: AN, EVIDENT FACT. seWELL. Brudder Wilkesson, I ain’ gwine ter enter inter no lengthy arg’ment wid yo" on’ dat quesh’on ob de * constushonulity ob de tariff, dat’s what.” “Lengthy arg’ment, wid me! I guess not much. A lengthy arg’= ment in yo" would hab ter be coiled up like de spring in er Waterbury watch, but it wouldn’ tek me harf as long ter wind yo" up.” (Bi 1! bang, dust.) JUDGMENTS. EARS are no sign of a tender heart. He who does most must bear most, There is no slavery like the servitude of pre- tense. Only mile- stones should answer questions without being asked. The world may owe you a living, but you will have to work hard to col- lect the debt. My friend can never offend me; for if he in- jures me unknowingly, I care not; and if know- ingly, he is no longer my friend. sanguine onvis. —Walk right in, madam.” “* Feather-dusters, working-sleeves, matches, to-day?” FRAMED UPON MY OFFICE-DOOR, AND I CAN ALWAYS TELL The maple strew O'er the laggar eaves, And the moody Baby-bye And the lid of 1 Baby-bye The lid of night Uhe rose is lying Of the frosted a And the breezes sigh—Bat O'er the sleeping y Orer the sleeping lie. Yet, baby—oh, ‘This heart of mi And my love m Baby-bye Till your own « Baby-bye Till your own at Florida Book Florida, “There, my | as he placed a la bought you a pz ling !” exclaimec so happy! A New York Pres For forty yea Champagne has its delicious bot the imp blood was impo They usec A rathe * Man wan Nor wa But nowa With m “Man wan ‘And w: Pa Ta **Wonde ing." —Jour “ Excelle ind itching cal Reporte “Tt leave and supple. GSnR M Moy M | M M MM GSR a Sewra = comicbooks.com