Judge — August 10, 1895 — page 9: what you’re looking at

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0 R Jer new Ares, DESERT OF SANARA. Naw-Yoruan (¢o Aras)—“ Call this dry! Why it ain't in it with New York on a Sunday.” LEN EFLORABLE COMDITION OF NEW YORK POLICE I THE “DRY SUNDAYS" CONTINUE. ‘One oF tHE (indignantly)—" Murmm's extra day, is he? Wonder if he t'inks he'sa pocket edi * Fox's Book of Martyrs* all by bimself? Mumm’s ax-tea dry, ia be? Oh, rate!” Neen eee sere the ererane HORRIBLE wisn, Parson Birraanc (o/ Deadguich, (¢ Aldali 14)—" See here, Ike, that makes seven times you've gone out “see 2 man.” an’ thy sermon ain't half over yet. Now, nex’ Sunday you bring yer botile with yer. Ef yerdon't I hope yer'll die an’ go ' New York.” ye ** Does your husband object to * dry Sundays" 2" Bore ort eae ced co feelan dreadfully penitent Monday mornings that he'd give me at least ten dollars as a sort of penance ; but wow he feels s0 geod Monday mornings that he don't give me anything but a kiss.” Socket. Wihelms Litho Co New York. E BLUE LAWS. comicbooks.com