Judge — September 14, 1895 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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Sidge A PROPOSAL IN KANSAS. THE SPELL WAS BROKEN. ss] CANNOT get down on my knees,” she said. “because I might bag my bloomers; but if you will swear to me that you are in favor of free silver and that you will allow me to carry the night-key 1 will consent to Photo. by Fath, JUDGE'S FAVORITES. ROSE COGHLAN, There's something in a name, when, like your own, Ttcan a sumptuous flowery sense impart CC beauty in full warmth and sunshine blown, Of perfume, that is your delightful art Your voice, 109, when it falls upon the ear, To fancy brings sweet English meadows near. ON HIS FIRST VOYAGE. Uncur St (as he grabs hold of the log-line) —** don't know where the feller’s gone who put out this line, but I've done ‘nuff fishin’ in the crick to know he's got a big bite, so in she comes.” HE KNEW HIM. S¢CHARLIE is avery foolish fellow; he's always borrowing trouble.” “Yes, and I'll bet he never pays it back, That's just like Charlie.” SOME OTHER MAN, Mrs. Neighborly —"1 hate to speak of it, Mrs. Cooley, but I know you'll thank me for it. I saw your husband coming out of a saloon this afternoon. Mrs. Cooley —" My hus- band coming out of a saloon! Oh, you're mistaken about that. My husband wouldn't have come out of a saloon. He'd have stayed.” MISFORTUNE. Clara —"" Isn't it dread- ful that Charlie Galeis blind ?” Maude —"1 had not heard of his misfortune. I'm shocked.” Clara —" Oh, he is not anfortunate, but a gale is a wind, a wind is a zephyr, zephyr is yarn, yarn is a tale, WHY ALKALI IKE STAYED OUT. tail is an attachment, an at- ALKALI IKE (musingly)— Ik erbout danger in ther west! Tain't ter tachment is an affection, af- be kompared wi’ yer chances here. Kain't carry nogun in bathin’ fer pertecshun fection is love and love is ain't got no sleeves ter even tuck a bowie up ata pinch. Guess T'll git back in- : ‘| ter m’ buckskins. Wat's a feller goin’ ter do ef a young ‘ooman wants ‘im ter blind. Poor fellow! Too lara her ter swim an’ her lover er brother kims along an” gits ther drop on im?" bad, isn’t it?