Judge — August 10, 1895 — page 7: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Mx, JOUNSON (those boat has upset)—" It war er mighty lucky t'ing fo dis niggah dat de soles ob his shoes war ob cork. Shuah'* NO ICE TO CUT. THE drummer had just arrived and was making himself as comfortable as he could under the circumstances. When one has been traveling through the southwest with a line of hardware sam- ples for ten or twelve years, putting up at Eagle hotels and American houses, sheol isn’t so bad if one gets used to it. By all accounts there was likely to be time enough to get used to it. “Well, how’s trade?” demanded the drummer after he had given Satan a cigar. The old boy bit off the pointed end, scratched the other end along his flank to get a light, took a long whiff, made rings and replied “Oh, soso. Can't complain, Some better than last year. Times are picking up, and folks ain't so religious when business is good.” “Salvation army interfere much ?” “Nah! They cut no ice with me.” GREAT PRECOCITY. Doting grandmother (in street-car, showing baby to disgusted collegian)—* He's only thirteen months old, but he can talk—calls gran‘pa and me hammer and dammer as plain as can be!” uae SOMETHING IN IT. NAN upturned basket near a gyp- sy camp sat the oracle of fate, and many of the visitors at Sharon | Springs held out soft hands to be ex- amined and were duly astonished by the prophecies of future‘love, money or matrimony. During a lull in’ the business of palmistry, and after I “had secured the aged man’s confidence, I asked, “ My aged friend, as between man and man, tell me, is there anything in in?” “Cert'n, cert'n, They's, on the average, about fifty cents a head in- tew i He winked laboriously, took up his basket, and crawled under the wagon with the other animais. — RECKLESS KINDNESS. OUT in Ontario county Farmer Stone. being short of help, was obliged to take up with the village “lazy man.” The first morning he put his new hand to work the farmer stood watching him toying gently with a spade and a very small section of earth's crust. Finally, when he could stand it no longer, the boss called out, “Say, Hiram! you can lean on that shovel. It's mine. I'll resk its breakin’. LIGHT AND AIRY. 'HE state of nature, without doubr, Would be immense this torrid weather. One wishes he could go about, Like Trilby, in ** the altogether.” CONTRARY TO CUSTOM, oe HAT was the cause of the dissatisfaction over Gribb's aft inner speech ?” ” Why, instead of ignoring the subject assigned him he spoke on it exhaustively.” THE GIRL ON THE SANDS. HEN you look at the maiden who likes to pose, And eye her from foot to head, You feel she has only to put on more clothes ‘To make herself ready for bed. ALWAYS AT FAULT. Bingo—" What in thunder did yop do with WE LOVE | that piece of blotting-paper I had?" S| HER STIL" Mrs. Bingo—" There it is, right under your - | nose. Bingo— Just like you to put a thing where a man would never think to look for it.” AN INVOLUNTARY BATIT comicbooks.com |