Judge — January 19, 1895 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Siage per has a bloody nose—awful !" MR. ABNER JAMES —" But he's up—plucky boy!” MR. JONATHAN STUBBS— “ Fool.” Mr. ABNER JAMES— “ Father's fault — too easy with money — education — nonsense. What's the score ? MR. JONATHAN STUBBS (addressing small boy) —" Say, boy, what's the score?” SMALL Boy —“ Eight ter twelve — great, ain't it, boss?” MR. JONATHAN STUBBS— “Nonsense. Relic of barbarism. Terrible game.” Mr. ABNER JAMES— “Awful.” Mr. JONATHAN STuBBS— “ But this isn’t all, is it, Ab?” MR. ABNER JAMES —" No —yes—yes, it is—and noone § killed. Wonderful!” MR. ABNER JAMES and MR. JONATHAN STUBBS (as they are lost to view in the surg- ing crowd) —“Awful! Relic of barbarism, disgraceful,” etc., etc. IT WAS THE PUN THAT HURT. Bear (in trap)—** Wow! ow! ow! !" Free BEAR — “* Roaring won't get you out of the trap.” FikstT BeEAk—"* It's not the trap I'm roaring at. That brute away up there congratulated me on having ‘quite a snap’ here and I can’t get at him.” ACT II. SHE COULDN'T BE BLAMED. i Seene tn stock exchange, New York. MR. ABNER JAMES and MR. JONATHAN Rae ised ‘when: Charley asked yt te Stubs on floor —seen playfully knocking each other's hats off.) YON SUPDFISES WEN: marley cassee You. t0: MR. JAMES RUSHWELL (who with his friend Scrapper has dropped into the stock exchange to see the fun)— Say, old man, get on to old Stubbs—Hello ! there goes his tile.” Mr. A. HOWELL SCRAPPER —“ And there's old Jamesie too, What asses they THE POINT OF VIEW. = are, hey, Jim ? : Times Thankeelving day:aa0 iy t MR. JAMES. RUSHWELL — “ Yes — so pale apat eres A See a rough, you know—act like kids.” Yale-Princeton foot-ball game. IN TRAINING. ‘* Has he commenced to train for his prize-fight yet?” ** Yes; he joined a foot-ball club last week.” urprised is no name for it, Why, Belle, I never gave him any provocation.” Manhattan field, New York. CHARACTERS. Members New York stock exchange, CRAPPER, | Members Yale foot- ‘ ball team. MR. JONATHAN STUBBS, \ Mr. A. HOWELL. MR. JAMES RUSHWELL, ACT I. (Grand-stands, as usual, well filled. MR. StURRS and MR. JAMES seated D right, impatient. Ly awaiting commencement of game. “A HIGH-WAYMAN.” Enter Yale rs ea Jord THE GIRAFFE RAISED ITS HEAD, Mr. Durry—"' Well, begorra! if this ain't th’ foinest menagerie Oi iver seed Oi'll ate—— 5 team — loud applause. Princeton fol- lows — more applause — both teams toy with the ball) Mr. JONATHAN STuRBS — “ Will they never begin ?” MR. ABNER JAMES—" They wait so long. But, say, do look at Si Scrapper’s boy with his long hair.”* MR JONATHAN STUBBS —“* Dis- graceful, isn’t it? And there is Jim Rush- well—disgrace to his family, with that old canvas thing on. My! how rough they do play. My sakes! My! disgraceful !" (Referee calls game— players line up) “There goes Jim with the "—— Mr. ABNER JAMES—“ Beautiful run. My stars, he’s thrown—they've killed him!” MR. JONATHAN STURRS—“And Scrap- (At this moment five gentlemen “on change” gitetly drop on to Mr. Stubbs, knocking the wind from his venerable body, while from a distant corner Mr. James is seen playfully sand-bagging an acquaintance.) MR. A. HOWELL SCRAPPER — “ Why, the old fools! Say, man; I've quite enough ‘of this. Relic of barbarism, don't you know.” MR. JAMES RUSHWELL — “Pity they wouldn't play a quiet game of foot-ball if they want exercise. Old jays anyhow.” Mr. A.HOWELLSCRAPPER | /eaving MR. JAMES RUSHWELL { building —"Rough? Noname for it. Disgraceful ! And Stubbs’s son is such a gentleman too.” R. NARDING LoFER. comicbooks.com