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

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neighbors complained to the agint.”” “Never mind that, Mary Ellen,” he says. “Let by- gones be by-gones an’ look pleasant, an’ as soon as we git aboard I set up the beer.” “Thanks! I says, “T don’t care for no beer, but if it’s all the same to you I'll take some sarsafarilla.” “Dear me, Miss Eas’. * he says, “how long Now I wonder,” he f I'm a feller t' shove a jack-plane for a livin’ an’ then pay ten cents fur a table- spoonful of frizzled molasses. an’. water throwed over a tumblerful of jammed under- taker's ice, when I can git beer fora nickle! Not much, me huckleberry! Now, when we git aboard that boat you'll take beer or you'll take your choice. I'm a-shoutin’ !" Well, then 1 begun to cry, an’ George coaxed me not to; said I was a-givin’ myself away for a gilly an’ makin’ the end of my nose look like a Delaware strawberry, an’ 1 might have all the sarsafarilla Louk cuva: I wanted when we got aboard, ‘Seay vith wees Ganex rt OUR CLUB. an’ I did; but I'm dead si bo amet When the famous scientist passes the window. of Coney island, anyhow. THE TRAMP. MADELINE ORVIS. MISS MARY ELLEN EASTSIDE AND HER sg cherries a STEADY COMPANY. Yet when he travels on the rail | WA: in no very good humor after my tiff with Mabel He's always out of sight. that Sat‘day, an’ when I got to pier number one George Q . wasn't there, That always makes me “ cuttin’! TRULY DISCOURAGING. Bime-by he come hunchin’ along the wharf, but the boat had gone; an’ there we stood, smellin’ the sewers an’ the stables, in that hot shed, waitin’ for the next bo: “Don't be mad at me, Mary Ellen,” George had to git shaved; an’ look at the gash in me chin the barber giv’ me.” Mrs, Neu —* Now, dear Charles, we can never hope to get along together unless you stop breaking your promises to me. Now. I want you to promise me never to break your word to me again.” Mr. Neu—"All right, dear. I promise.” Mrs. New (teartully) —" But then, you know you never keep your_promises.” Mr. Neu (dejectedly)—" There you are.” “1 thought it was your shirt-collar done that,” I says; ‘an’ it’s a wonder to me it hasn't took your ears off “fore now.”* “Now look here, Mary Ellen,” George says; “none o' your sarcasm! I don't have to look far for as good a lookin’ girl as you are to go to Coney with any Sat'day.” “You couldn't have got one two years ago when I took you on,” says 1; * wearin’ out your father's ole clo’es an’ a-sittin’ out on the fire-escape practicin’ the jews-harp till the 1E Phwew ! but this sun is hot. 1 wish [ had an umbrella.” MY NEIGHBOR, [ St atone where twilight falls And hear a dreary sound Like some imprisoned soul that beats In vain to break its bound A restless knocking, then a space Of silence ; then again The patient, dreary rat-a-tat That sounds so sad, so vain, Oft in the twilight hour, as now, NOT IN IT. T hear it o'er and o'er, The above group of gilt-edge base-ball players And then my spirit whispers me, is a very realistic picture of the New York nine, “+ They're chopping hash next door. * — It'll hev ter be hotter ‘n dis afore you git left, hey, champions of the season of 1895 FLOMRNCE . PRATT. Wraggles ae comicbooks.com