Judge — May 18, 1895 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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318 A LUCKY CHANGE OF CLOTHES. How Weary Wraggs fooled the country constable. HOW THE NEW WOMAN WILL DR FULL-DRESS, STREET COSTUMF. MOUSE. TOILETTE. IF SHE ADOPTS MAN'S ATTIR STILL CLINGS TO HER OWN PECULIARITIES. WANTED, A GREAT LEXICOGRAPHER. She (Chicagoensis) — “Ah, count, I hope you are on to our language by this time. You have got to hustle some, but English is no harder than French, and I catch on to that while you wait.” He —" Ah, mademoiselle, 1 am in ze great despair. Ze An- glais, mon Dieu! Ze vords — zay air not in ze dictionaire!" ACCOMPANIED. Farmer's wife—" Yaras kin let yuh hev a cup 0 coffee. How do yuh take it?” Foote Tighes—"With breakfast, please.” AN INDUCEMENT. Mother — you must be very good Tommie (meekly) —"Y' An’ if I'm very, very good all day (hopefully) may I be bad to-morrow ?” night? shlapes here regular.” _ New York roorrr—" Thunder! Casey can’t lose his hands to cut off two runs and lose the New Yorks the DRAWING A VICTORY OUT OF DEF that high fly; Mistress —"* Bridget, how many policemen did you have in the kitchen last night?” Bripcer (modestly)}—"* Only foive, mum.” Mistxess—"* Couldn't you induce one of them to stay all know I'm afraid of burglars.” Bripoer (brightening) —"* Rist aisy, mum ; three uy ‘em WILD Mapce (the wild west pistol gueen — crack !)—"* Not while Wild Madge has her pet bronco bet on New York. Them base-balls are dead easy t’ th’ glass ones I bust.” BUT 's comin’ dead into comicbooks.com