Judge — June 8, 1895 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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USELESS AGILITY. Racciys —"* Ta-ta, doggie. Yer won't be in it wid me until yer learn ter at — nes vault fences like di See?” Doccie—"* What's de good? See?" SIGNS OF SUMMER. BOBBY is very tired these days. It is as much as his mother's life is worth to get him to go an errand. She would not press the point only she found out the other day he had been carrying milk for a dairy for more than a month past, at a salary of fifty cents a week. She also learned that when she sent him to Harlem one day, and gave him car-fare, he walked one way and rode back on an ash-cart Noticing that she was being z served with rather scrubby-looking rolls lately, she investigated and found that Bobby had been riding around with a bake-wagon, deliver- ing the wares, taking his pay in rolls, and pocketing the price. Ms b, ; All this enterprise on the part . - ti PS — of her usually apathetic son finds an a ge: = : explanation in a cigar-box which 0 AR eV BBO? D - bobby Ts a ‘a conspicuous MAKING A DECISION UNQUESTIONABLE. veshe lid of the box is nailed SESE eee Unter Jer ider, gemmen, Call back de battah. Dat ballam a label pasted on, inscribed, Photograph of the woman dead ball ; it dun landed in de grabeyard.” “Not to be opened ‘til the over thirty years of age who fourth of July." aromumsomms onl “Jost 8: soon tell ber COURT- MARTIALED. TIE prisoner was young ; his soft brown eyes Few more than twenty summers had beheld. His lips—the best of Cupid's handiwork— As soon as seen all thoughts of guilt dispelled. Ie stood before the judge severe And answered in a sweet voice clear, That won the hearts of all to hear. “ Young man, you're liere to answer to a charge Of theft. Your doom to be pronounced! to-day, Bat at the girl's request—the plaintiff here— Task the question, ‘Have you anything to say? ‘These last words caused a little stir; ‘The boy cast one fond glance at her, Then sadly answered, ** Guilty, sir ! Confessed ! No person there was tranquil now. ** Three stolen kisses!" doth the judge announce. * Three stolen kisses ' On the guilty wretch ‘The plaintiff shall herself the fate pronounce.” Her cheek with pretty crimson burned, And thus the lad his sentence learned. “ ‘The stolen property must be returned.” PARTICULAR, He —* Does your mother ever let you go to the theatre by yourself?” She —" Dear me, no; not unless 1 Have a young man with me.” THE TRAPPED LOVER, comicbooks.com