Judge — April 27, 1895 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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JUDGE'S PHOTOGRAPIIS. Photograph of the woman who doesn’t think she woul. make a good model for Trilby. Nod. going to give to the baby.” > Ware Fone A LITERARY ses SHE she was only five years ‘© INVITE your friend to dinner and ask him to order from a menu is like taking him into a store and asking him to select a present for himself. LAID HER UP. Nodd — Our nurse- girl has just had a terrible fit of sickness.” Todd—"Y was the matter -* By mistake she took some medicine she was BUSINESS. ‘THE FRIEND—' His ups verdict." \ Juror Brannic, Juror Buetstes on Scumipt—"* Yah, dot's id N—"* Howld an! IN—"* Shtop, shtop, mine frendts! “Dere ish no doubt bud vat dey're guilty, bode ohf dem ; bud Rosenblatt didn’t do id. two und led Rosenblatt go. Dot seddles id (Five hours later the judge orders the jury locked up far the night and We. goes home.) And how is it you don’t get married?" Me deah fellah, you would be most confound- look at his new bank-book with an address on edly surpwised if you were to heah of the disgustingly low offers I've had. Not me! I'm waiting till these blawsted times blow ovah.” Foreman or yury—"' The evidence plainly shows the three strikers on trial for assaulting non-union men to be guilty. ler is guilty wid und now ve go so very literary, then?” “Oh, very. Why, she wore glasses when Suage QUALITY. old.” THE ENTIRE GAMUT. Youxe wire, (sobsing)\—"* I will not keep still! Before we were married you said I had « charming flow of language. YouNG nUSBAND—" al water-spout.” CLEARING A MYSTERY UP. t+H{} THERE!" cried Dempsey to the crowd in front of the closed bank. “It’s no use, b'ys; th’ bank is closed toighter nor a dumb mon’s mout’ “ Whoy, Dimpsey,” said Calihan, “it’s on'y yisterday as iver was th’ cashier towld me it was on'y a sort av timporary difficulty, an’ he wud tek shteps t’ clare up th’ myshtery. “An’ thot’s phwat he did,” said Dempsey. “But th’ shteps he tuk was toward Canady, an’ be this toime he’s in Ogdensburg.” And he went back into his coal-office to it farther up the street. AND THE VEKDICY WAS— ? Dey're bode scoundrels except Miiller. He's a nice Cherman mans und ve let him go.” th’ other bla’guard. Th’ on’y innercint mon is McFogarty.” home, eh?” know it, dear; but since then I've discovered that it not only flows, but roars, dashes, leaps, bounds, and goes over cataracts, dams and mill-sluices, with an occasion- I'm sure you'll quickly agree to that Ve hangs der oder comicbooks.com