Judge — May 4, 1895 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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THE REASON, [ MOVED my chattels on the first of May. Some folks on moving then are always bent, But surely that has never been my way— ‘Twas just because I could not pay my rent! DID HE MEAN HIS WIFE? Ars. Snooper—" Mt. Kilduff alludes to his wile in 2 very uncomplimentary manner.” Mrs. Sumway —* What does he say ?” Mrs, Snooper —" heard Mr. Skidmore ask him what he thought of the new woman, and he replied that the old woman was good enough for him.” HER MISFORTUNE, Mrs. THayseep — ‘*T jes’ can’t help cryin’, Matilda, when I think of my bein’ confined ter ther house with the grip jes’ when the first funeral we've had in Sandy Hill fer a year was comin’ off.” TOO MORAL FOR BOUNCE. A FEW weeks ago Marjorie had scarlet fever. Her aunt found the most effect- way to overcome peevish whims and the persistent desire to eat candy at forbidden times was to say gently, but with persuasive accent, “ All right, Marjorie, darling; you may if you wish, but / would not do so for the world.” It won obedience every time. Recently Marjorie resumed her usual home life, and not a member of the family greeted her reappearance more joyfully than her great dog and playfellow, Bounce, Yesterday her aunt passed down the basement stairs just in time to see Bounce, resting his fore-paws on the kitchen table, calmly licking off the uncooked ~ steak which lay there, and to hear Marjorie say in childish but strongly empha- BUSINESS. sized tones, “All right, Bounce, dear; you may lick it all off if you wish, but 7 ANUADLE:STRAROER = é ' Acta Do you play poker, sir?” would not do so for the world. Deacon Wavnack (grufly)—"* That's my business, sir?" AFFABLE STRANGER—"And mine too, pard, Put it there. You've got the best ‘make-up’ for a profesh that I ever saw.” ‘Ah, sir; [see you're stopping at this hotel. —“*Scuse me, pard — I'm rough, but yer take a drink wid me an’ tell me all Finer nap aan (of Deadgulch) —" "Sh! dere’s easy "bout N" York? I wuz borned dere.” Finst nav stan (showing the scenery) —" Now, every game, Tila tenderfoot from N’ Vork, He's good fer & ‘Texoknroot—" With pleasure, my friend.” Uing yer see up dere is mount’ins—an’ every fold watch an'a démondpin anyway SkconD wid MAN —"" An’ after a few drinks we'll take — down dere is gulch, an’— yer out an’ show ‘Tenvenvoor ‘i % First nap sax —"'It's a go, pard—I like yer nerve."” Trnpenroor (known im New York's roques' gallery as —sreryiiiog yer sep back hare sserenehootere® 4. Driake) ‘ * number Jour hundred and eleven) —" Its kind of tough (0 xubkRFOOT—" Just a moment, gents. | have a bot ‘ seein saioui 060 Was viii’ give. ere te aaen nobienien: bel igh with me—let’s all take another drink before I die.” ‘i A 106 bad ter plug give Kooek-ous drope te such noblemen, but I'm bustld, an sich a generous cuss as you Drinks.) want ter git back to de Bow'ry. AND THEIR THE BAD ME VICTIM, comicbooks.com