Judge — February 2, 1895 — page 10: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Westren artist —“ Nothing to do in the studio to-day, so I guess I'll go out and sketch a little bit of rough frontier life for my next picture. — A BIT OF A RONDEAU. HEN woman votes, her foremost feat Will be two long-felt wants to meet. No more in cabling ‘round the square She'll swaying clutch the empty air And for infrequent straps compete. A soulless syndicate to beat There ‘ll be—oh dear, no! not a seat— There ‘ll be a law," No strap, no fare,” When woman votes A city next so clean and neat, To tread its ways shall prove a treat. Expectoration then will share With murder the electric-chair, And pollward paths be pure and sweet— When woman votes. INIMITABLE. SILENCE as of death reigned o'er the Newlyrich mansion on Fifth avenue. The shades were closely drawn; the servants with blanched faces stood in little groups about the corridors and discussed the dread affair with bated breath. A consultation of “New York's foremost physicians was being holden in Reginald’s chamber, while Reginald himself, sole heir to the Newlyrich millions, lay stark and still before them, his very life ap- parently trembling in the balance. Two sleuths from the central office STONEWALI. SMttFF—"' Yo!, Geo'ge Washin'ton Smif, if yo’ git hidin’ ‘way from yo" popper I lay he’s gwine ter tan yer.” GREAT LUCK. CONSPICUOUS BY THEIR ABSENCE. KEEGAN (in the gallery) —"* Begorrah ! this N’ Vark Shtate Assimbly remoinds me uv owld Oireland.” Casey —"* Whoy? KeEGan —"* There's so durn few Oirish lift in it.” mon sense.” swooned again. FOOTSTE 'S IN THE SNOW, track.” —ell, this is rough enough, to be sure; but these Indian relics are just what I want to decorate my studio with.”” meandered o'er the mansion, picking up stray clews and any small articles of virtu which could be conveniently carried in their inside pockets. Reginald had been found by his valet, a short hour before, lying upon the floor of the billiard - room with distorted visage and clinched teeth. A half-burned cigarette and a torn copy of the last issue of Society Mush were clinched within his hands. His watch had stopped at exactly 10.463, and these were the only clews the detectives had to. work upon, But let us return to the consultation- chamber. “He has evidently sustained some terrible mental shock,” said Doctor Dosem, gravely, “and if he recovers at all will lose his reason.” “ Impossible!" cried old Doctor Pillem abruptly, “ for he never had any.” At these words the heir slowly raised himself up- on his elbow, fixed a stony stare upon the imprudent m. d. who had spoken last, and then, tracing the letters with palsied forefin- ger, in a voice trembling with emotion read this item from the Soctety Mush: “The most striking characteristic of the prince of Wales is his com- Again he read those fatal words. Again he realized the monstrous barrier which lay between himself and his social idol. And cm we Groxce Waswincton Swtrr—" Here I is, pop. I done felled in yo" comicbooks.com