Judge — July 6, 1895 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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THEN AND NOW. [8 DAYS of old, as we are told In stories and in songs, Men went afield with spear and shield, To right their ladies’ wrongs. But changed the ways, in modern days (‘Tis something ‘midst time's wrecks) Men hustle down into the town And write their ladies’ checks. ROSH CONNETT, PLAGIARISM. S+ETE MAY be a great orator.” said Mr. Snodgrass, as the reader of the declaration of independence fin ished, “ but I can take my solemn oath that I've heard the most of that there speech somewhere before, but I can't quite place it. Don't tell me that Spowter pretends that he writ it himself !" JUDGE'S PHOTOGRAPHS. An exact likeness of the next Democratic president of these United States. DEGREES. Bobby—" It took two policemen to carry me home.” Freddie—* That's nothing. I was brought in an ambulance.” Crry MAN fer ye?” THE ONLY ONE HAPPY ON THE FOURTH. THE Dear MAN —"* Well, well, this is indeed a glorious day! See it all and hear nothing.” Bronco Pere —'*1 bet ten bits.” Fao Dan —‘‘An' I go yer ten better.” ALKALI Ike (Anocking the ashes out of his pipe)—"*An’ | raise yer both a— My, Z HOA SG gEERN 155 Hayseep —** What might ye be callin’ thet thing ye hev on ?* HayseeD —"A sweater ! a RAISING THEM OUT. ko — WMA —— A sweater. Holv smoke! ain't the sun enough of er sweater CONSOLATION. THAT the wife may be stupid one cannot disguise, While the man, to the contrary, is witty and bright; Yet a star in the east would never arise Were it not for the dull, dark curtain of night. AN INGENIOUS WOMAN. Chicago woman —" I tell you Janet is a woman of great ingenuity.” Friend—"\n what way especially does she show it?” Chicago woman —" Why, this is her seventh mar- riage, and the boxes for her wedding-cake are entirely : different from anything she has had before.” SOME CONSOLATION IN THAT. Mrs. Cawker —“ Charlie got burned when he com- menced to shoot off his Independence-day fire-crackers, but as soon as I had tied up his finger he was out again shooting some more.” Mr. Cawker —**Oh, well, one good burn deserves another.” — hundred !" comicbooks.com ing an ca an in; ac. Heap epee