Judge, 1895-09-21 · page 10 of 16
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Suage MISS MARY ELLEN EASTSIDE AND THE ares STRIKERS. thee: RAY GUGENHEIMER asked me the other day to join the : PONG: beer “Strike nothin’ I says; “unless I strike some rich old ent duffer to marry me if George goes messin’ with them knights thin f o' labor, No danger o’ Bob! Him an’ me has gone to bed hun- The xry too many nights while pa was out shoutin’ an’ torch-light Rel marchin’ on an empty stummick till he got cold an’ bad whisky ; enough inside of him to kill him; an’ ma takin’ in washin’ to pay on the doctor-bills. That’s what strikes has done for our famly. ai { ; Ray said ‘t her feller told her she was such a" leadin’ mind” bed = that she could “head the strikers an’ -be wearin’ diamon’s some ; JUDGE'S PHOTOGRAPHS, day.” » Photograph of a self-ac- * Don't you let him chuck you no such bluff as that,” I says. ma knowledged woman of the past. 4.46 sou wear diamon’s when you're married to him it ‘Il be be- cause he runs under another street-car an’ gits his other arm POADIRTON STEREOTYPED. Miss Otpcat. (zoho has bren angling for this finale for twenty. five yearsy—" Oh, Jasper, this is so sudden took off. I'm glad my George an’ my brother Bob grew up whole anyhow ; if we was all raised in the ninth!" An’ she says, “Isaac Hatzoff can buy an’ sell George Holiday twenty times ovér, any day in the week an’ Sunday too!" tHe can’t do it of a Sunday,” I says, “for Roosevelt won't let him. An’ he can’t do it of a week day on his forty-third share of the money his gran‘father made sellin’ broken eggs by the quart in the old Essex market. Maybe he can, though, if he gets another fifteen hundred out o' the Second Avenue street-car comp’ny. Folks said at the time ‘t he done it a-purpose.”” She shut up then, Anybody ‘t comes ‘roun’ me talkin’ “strike” is liable to git struck. Makes me so mad! AN UNSAFE COMMUNITY. Cumso —" How did poor Codling manage to get killed ?” leer 2a A HARD DIG, Bov—"" Say, yer better git ; here comes de street-cleaners.” THE CULTURE OF LIVING MODELS. There has been a noticeable stagnation in the goat-joke business of late among our comic artists. Thanks to Mr. McGinty of Harlem for raising us a brand new crop of the choicest breeds. , comicbooks.com