Judge — April 13, 1895 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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230 uae REVEREND MOAKLEY MCKOON ON FRAUDS. ¢6\/JHAR am de niggah—an’ I speaks advisedly when I says niggah—whar am de niggah in dis congregashun who on las’ Sunday ebenin’, de tent" ob March, charged his fellah-mortals ten cents toe go up free pa’r ob stairs an’ look at de ‘clipse out ob a scuttle in de roof when dey could see it jes’ as well ennywhar else, an’ at de same time had his brudder-in- law takin’ side-bets on how long de ‘clipse would las" when it war all printed in de almanacs toe a minute? Let dat moke arise.” Deacon Apricot Brown slowly rose and said, “I didn’ mek on’y seben dollahs an’ a half in dat deal, eldab.”” Nos “De ‘mount yo" made ain’ de ques- A. a ar ton,” said the elder sententiously. De y Fe a ut 7 principle is whad fatigues de soul; an’ ef . ; , ying Ni | 0’? yo" doan’ donate half ob dat sum toe de FLAN IT x Qa) missionaries in Liberia an’ de oder half toe p yo" pastor's salary yo" am gwine toe be troubled wid chilblains whar yo" ung . UA A gwine when yo' die, De choir will now rendah a valedictory on de organ f , uf while yo" settles wid de chu'ch-clerk.”” ny TEXAN UNANIMITY. CuatrMaN—"All in favor of this resolution hold'up their hands, Alkali Ike will please count the hands.” ALKALI Ike—'* Hands up, gentlemen !" THE PREFIX “UN.”: 664 RE you married or single?” said a school-director to an applicant for a teacher's place. “ve been unmarried, sir.” “Eh, what's that?" asked the director, mystified by the construction h, no doubt ; it’s often been published.” of the sentence. hen am not mistaken, What were you cured of?” “In other words, I’ve been divorced.” PUTTING HIM DOWN. “‘Lcan't help thinking I have seen your portrait in the newspapers STARTLING. De fact is, madam, me name is du Mororoarer. I'm de bloke wot writ * Trilby,’ an’ I had ter take ter dis line 0° business ter git away frum de ladies—dey're all chasin’ me like mad ; an’ if yer'll give me one 0’ dose fust-class pies wot you're famous fer, yer'll de t'anks o” me an’ little Billie an’ Tafly, who's waitin’ fer me on de nex’ corner.” comicbooks.com