Judge — June 29, 1895 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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THE STYLE, Mermatp (looking at new poster)—* I say, Seaweed, we are right in the style, aren't we ?” THE LATEST COMING WOMAN. MAsoRte has been intensely interested in the pictures in JUDGE of the coming woman, and we have endeavored to explain their mean- ing from a moral standpoint. The result is a shock given her puritan grandmother in the country, who empties vials of wrath upon our de- voted heads out here. “Grandma,” said Marjorie, “ when are you going to change trousers with gander and be a coming woman? We have a lot of ‘em home—on wheels.” On the child's return we renewed our explanatory efforts, but the result is scarcely satisfactory. A ragged, unkempt, disreputable- looking beggar came down the area-steps. Marjorie eyed him crit ically and then ran through to the kitchen crying, “ Don’t open the door, Norah. It’s a coming woman, and we don’t want ‘em here ‘cept in JUDGE pitchers.”” A LONELYWOOD SURE THING. Jonesley —" Where do you think this ‘ere new well you want me to dig ought to be, anyhow ?” Mr. Commuter (confident- ly) "In the cellar. I know we can strike water there.” AN ENCOURAGEMENT. Ethel—* But, mamma, it— it tastes awful,” Mrs, Uptodate (encourag- ingly) —" There, there, Ethel! Take it like a little man.” Come here this insiant and get licked.” 1. HOW THE BLACKVILLES’ Tne. poc—* John Henry William Percival Boggs, you've been at that jam again, GOOD POLICY. First oFFIcer—"* Say, Tom, Oi want a little advoice. A drunken felly jist shot foor payple down in Casey's s'loon. Oi tink he’s aither a newspaper man or a mimber av th’ law-an'-order I'ague, an’ Oi don't want t' lose me job ; ND OFFICER—"* Don’t tek no chances, Moike. ave him alone,” BROTHERLY ANXIETY. A BOY of six years attended Sunday-school. The teacher explained the beauty and happiness of heaven, the place of rest and home for the good; then gave a graphic description of the lower region, the final des- tination of the wicked. When she finished her story the boy was crying. “Don't cry, Tommy; you are a good boy—you'll go to heaven,” she said to the lad, wha blubbered the reply, "Yes, I know that. I wasn’t erying for myself—I was thinking about my sister Katharine.” A BLOW TO HIS VANITY. [PON the wall she saw my pho- tograph. I thought that it was handsome ; but the dame, With just a faint suspicion of a laugh, Indulged in rapturous praises of the frame. W PLAYER DECEIVED THE DARKEYTOWN CATCHER. hement)—"* Kim on! Yo" woan’ slide by me laik yo" did de secon’ an’ third basemen, circus playah !” Nopey ; but Ahl slide right — comicbooks.com