Judge — September 21, 1895 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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Photo. by Wynn & Burridge. JUDGE'S FAVORITES. DOROTHY MORTON. There is a dainty operette, ‘With mirth and song o'erflowing— ‘The public chose it fora pet Almost at its first showing. It hath a charm suggesting thee And so they call it" Dorothy.” HE WAS GLAD, Von Blumer— Did you get that pint of ink | asked you to get?” Mrs. von Blumer —* Ob, yes; here itis. I went downto Hustler's especially for it. They have a splendid stationery de- partment there. I ordered some visiting-cards also. Just think, only one dollar and fifty cents !” Von Blumer— reasonable” Mrs.von blumer—"Wasn't it? But that’s nothing to the books they have. I yot six—only eighteen cents apiece—by all the latest authors. Then as I was coming out I passed through the dress-goods department.” Von Blumer —"You didn't get anything there, did you?” hat seems » Liye 2. ais VE Harpiuck —"*Ah-ha, a four-leaved clover ! luck to- Suape Mrs. von Blumer—"The loveliest waist! Only eight dollars and ninety-eight cents, marked down from twelve dollars. Wasn't it fortunate, that I happened to see it?” Von Blumer (dryly)—" Very. What else ?” Mrs. von Blumer— Now, how did you know that I got anything else? But I did. I got the sweetest, dearest dress for next winter. You know, dear, one has to get them early, and I was so lucky tosee this, Just think, only thirty-nine cents a yard! Ten minutes more and it might have been gone, And then "—— Von Blumer—" For heaven's sake! you didn’t get anything else, did you?” Mrs. von Blumer—* Why, yes. Dear me! I really believe you are cross. Perhaps, dear, you don’t like the ink I got for you.” Von Blumer —* Yes, 1 do; but Tam glad that you didn’t get a quart. PROPER POSITION. Now for a streak of good an ey FROM A NOVEL, “She stood gazing into empty space.” Jack (at table)—" Mamma, will you please look at Maisie punching me with her sharp elbow? She's the youngest too, and ought to be sitting at my elbow instead of me sitting at hers.” THAT BOY FROM TOWN. They 's the “fraidest boy at Him- rod’s place, Come up to visit Jakey ; Thave to laugh right in his face, He looks so skairt and shaky. We call him "Slim," because, you see, He's slender, like a willow ; Gosh durn ! ef he should tackle me Td brain him with a pillow, Don't look like he could do the things What we boys does so handy ; He goes to Sunday-school and sings Soft songs—the city dandy ! We're goin’ to pester him and make Some fun about his mother ; He'll jest be nuts for me and Jake In one way and another, . . . * Some boys is durn deceivin’ chaps ; My legs feels awful sbaky, And seems my head got half the raps Vhat ruffian aimed at Jakey. But Jake's front teeth is swallered too, His nose bled on his jacket, And both his eyes was black and blue When he got through the racket. And so I say that boy from town * Ain't fit to have no fun with ; T'lt cut him dead and turn him down— That sort of boys I'm done with! EATHER FORECAST. ** Warm and close, to be followed by a storm.” IT STRUCK HIM, —strike me.” comicbooks.com