Judge — March 30, 1895 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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

66YA-AS, Isrul, thar’s more in signs an’ supernat‘ral things than some folks thinks,” said Grand- pop Ketchum as he re-adjusted the be = pillow in the seat of the rocking- ——— chair. “I got up one night in Jan- uary, ‘bout th’ year ‘forty-nine; it wuz two o'clock an’ yer gran’mother hed jes’ talked is herself t’ sleep, an’ I looked out th’ windy an’ thar I seen a big white horse, a-walk- tn in’ ‘raoun’ in th’ snow in th’ gardin. I watched him a while an’ then went t’ bed agit do thinkin’ uv th’ fifty cents I'd git nex’ day fer a-poundin’ uv him, Wacal, Isrul, th’ nex’ i mornin’ thar wa'n't no horse thar, an’ wot wuz more thar wa'n't no tracks. * \Wor oes this mean" says I to yer gran’mother, She wuz terribul set back at fust, not bein’ sure whether it meant Aunt Hannah or Cousin Silas; but she fin'ly decided on Silas, ‘cause he had acough. This relieved me considabul, fer Silas wuz wuth money, wich he ar- terwards left t' th’ Stebbins side uv th’ fam’ly, She didn’ want me t’ go t* work, ‘fraid Sa suthin’ ud happen, but I took a bracer an’ startid, an’ jes’ ez 1 got t' th’ pound thar 7 5 Sars wuz a nigger named Jeff a-puttin’ in that thar ‘dentical white horse an’ a:gittin’ his Spree eee ee ee Is % 5 i nevah was glaid t' see cops in er pokah-room till las fifty cents frum th’ pound-keeper. You see, Isrul, it had snowed a leetle arter I went night. Jackson held fo'h aices, Johnson fo'h queens, Ketchum E U bed, an’ covered up th’ tracks. So, ez I said afore, Isrul, thar’s more in them things © haid fo'h jacks, I haid fo’h kings, Randolph held foch tens an’ than some folks knows, an’ ef I'd only grabbed my chances in life at two o'clock in th’ Pullit held a royal flush, aif uv co’se we all held razzers | De hic I'd orter ‘a’ erabbed that “stead uv waitin’ fe ise, I wouldn’ D®aek undertaiker dat stacked de kairds tried t' hold de door, mornin’, same ez er ‘a’ gr at horse, ‘stead uv waitin’ fer sunrise, I wouldn’ pur de cops broke in an’ rescued us.” hev t ast you t’ step over t” Deacon Brown's an’ borrer a hod uv coal right now.” THE RESULT OF GREAT AIRS. HERE once was a woman with very big sleeves— For this is a story one quickly believes— In walking up Broadway and passing a hole, B Used sometimes for airing and sometimes for coal, A current of hot air most quietly passed Right up her two sleeves till it filled them at last. No sooner the sleeves aré of warm air quite full Than up from the sidewalk the woman they pull, iy And over the heads of the wondering boys, Past high hats of men, o'er the street and its noise And over the houses, ‘way up in the air The woman was floating—Oh, women, beware ! She stepped on a chimney, was covered with soot ; She grabbed at a weather-cock, didn’t take root She kicked and she struggled, no good she re The hotter it makes her, the lighter her sleeves! “Oh,-oh, see the angel ! Great Scott, see the bird” Are sample expressions her burning ears heard, Perhaps she'll come down in the sweet by-and-by — ‘The chanees are greater she'll much further fl She keeps the sleeves warm by the stew she is in, But worry and hunger are wearing her thin ; UP TO DATE. And so, as she’s lighter, the sleeves pulling yet, ‘Ak —"'T'm blame glad T'ought o' dis scheme. Only fer dis sign I wouldn't er got a cent She'll elbow the planets, we're willing to bet THE LAST STRAW. . HE BORE each passing fad or whim, Ta] No wish met his denial. —— i: Her lightest word was law to him, He stood all test and trial. Fien whispers of her broken oath He scorned as idle rumors ; Nut he gave her back her plighted troth ‘The day she put on bloomers. THE REGULAR KIND. Aunt Winnie —" Yo’ doar’ ketch | me takin’ any ob dat new-fangle’ med’= cine. I's a reg'lar, so | is.” Miss Goodlet (a city missionary) —“What doctor shall we send for oye then, aunty MPLE WAN Aunt Winnie “Land o' libin’, ,, ObB RACHELOR— "What are you crying. for, Lirtie, cirt—"* Yes, sir; and honey, an’ a new hat a ect cx" know Sar Kins little girl?) Can I help you any?" an’ gownd, in’ sealskin sackt, an’ a pug dog, an’ a di'mond chil’! doan’ yo" know de reg’lar kin Lirtie Gixt—" Yes, sir: I'm cryin’ fer bread.” bracelet, an’ a box at de opty, an’ a coach-an’. doctah, ob co’se. Ou w tying for bread!” _real live duke fer a husban’, an’ a palace in FLOR (horrified comicbooks.com