Judge — March 23, 1895 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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4186 udge THE CANE CHAIR. “GRANDMA.” LADY visiting friends in Jersey persuaded the family to go to church one Sunday morning and leave her to look after “ grandma,” ninety years old. After the people had gone and the old lady was seated comfortably the guest commenced writing letters. Grandma watched her for a while in silence and then, seeming to think some duties at entertaining devolved upon her, asked airily, “ Did you know 't I went to Boston alone two years Well, I did. Lucreeshy give the nigger half a dollar, but he never done nothin’ fur me. Peter met me to the train,” Quiet for fifteen minutes and then, * You know if you make ox-tail soup you hev to j‘int it, don’t ye ?” “No, dear.’ “Well, ye do.” Clock ticks and pen scratches for twenty minutes more. “Do you know how to make mixed yarn?” “No, grandma, I never learned.” “ Well, it’s dyed ‘fore it’s card- ed; that’s all they is to it.” Another long pause and then, “I've wore that same bunnit more ‘n fifteen year.” Stage wait, 3 “Twas in that big storm on Staten island in September, I forgit what year; an’ it blew down the whole Methodist camp-meetin’ ground. The air was full of boards, “That was an experience, wasn’t it?” “None of you young folks ‘il ever see a storm like that.” “ Quite likely not.” Quiet again. The guest wrote rapidly and grandma dozed. Suddenly after a short nap she roused herself, sat bolt upright and remarked with an air of concession, “ Well, if everything goes right and we all live I'll wear my under teeth an’ my broshay silk to the weddin’, Here comes the folks.” A DESERVED REBUKE. STREET URCHIN —"' Paper, mister?” © ANTI-PHILANTHROPIST—" Get out, you dirty imp! Go wash your face and hands. STKEET URCHIN —* How kin I when you finanshul duffers hold onter yer duckets so tight dat 2 feller can't git ‘nough skids togedder to buy soap wid ?” —you should sit down and wait, sor.” MADELINE ORVIS. A LIGHTNING-CHANGE ARTIST. Tite SMALL ONE—"' Yo! dasn't fight! Yo" dasn't fight ! I dar yo" t' fight! I dar yo' t fight — Jim Corbett! Jim Corbett! I meant yo" dasn’t fight Jim Corbett !” comicbooks.co /fter a The always vear ut -Dran Natu popular is attra "Sa Uncle: snyt in; er heag a) \ 1 f 1 | m