Judge — May 25, 1895 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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IT CAUGHT ON TOO MUCH. Chollie used to carry his stick like this — —bdut he— — doesn't — --any more. BULLETIN-BOARD OF THE DARKTOWN “ TELEGRAM.” RT item — Anybody dat wants China fired better apply to de Japanese. Trade—Business am lookin’ up an’ seberal business men hab gone up. A soft snap—De ginger one dat is packed wid de pickles at de lawn fate. Washington Smiff—Your poem on Chicago am rejected ; de feet am too large. Emma G.—No, | ain't heer'd of no crowned heads wearin’ bloomers. Dey goes on de oder w: Student—Ef yo’ is eatin’ it yo" pronounce it pork, but ef yo’ was dealin’ in it in Chicago yo" would pronounce it pawk, Augustus — Yes, de prince ob Wales is comin’ ober in May, an’ seberal young men in New York has cut deir throats wid de crease in deir pants. Advertiser — De sworn circulation ob de Telegram am eight hundred an’ fifty, an’ we am swearin’ yit. HIS GENEROSITY. OLD SYLVESTER liked spirituous beverages; in fact, he was “in his cups” more than half the time. Getting a living for his wife and himself never A BOTTOM FACT. seemed to trouble him very much, so long as “the old woman” took in wash- Dotinc MoTieR— ‘Tell me, professor; is’ my son a deep ing, did house-cleaning in the neighborhood, and, when times were propitious, student?” Goi Weer pee Be dae eee the sale of a pup or two added to their slender income. One day his wife, hear- borrare ing him promise a pup to a man stopping at the fence for a visit, called him to come into the house. Sneaking in, he was accosted sharply, A MISNOMER. “Sylvester, 1 heard you promise that man a pup. Do you know you have Miss Shorthair —“ You'd never think our young-woman’s already promised twenty-one? What do you mean by it?” club had been in existence twenty years, would you?” “Well.” he drawled, “what harm is it? It’s a darned mean man that won't Professor Longhair —* \ndeed | would, and it seemed to promise a pup.” op, me that every one at the meeting must be a charter member.” OVERWORKING. Weary Ives—" Willie, if you don't stop working so hard you'll have a relapse ; that’s certain.” Weary WILLIE (incr edulous)—" Me work ?” Weary Ives—"'Cert; I never seen a feller chew his food as long as you do.” comicbooks.com