Judge — October 5, 1895 — page 6: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Sage A HUMBUG. HE WAS a naturalist—a student of bugs. One day he whispered to a maid, * Dearest, I love thee.” Her answer was a question, pitiful indeed.“ Better than the bugs?” “Aye; better than a thousand beetles,” was his response, fold- ing her to his scientific heart. And they were one. Their moon of A LARGE "' WHEEL” EMPORIUM, love was full. How often did he swear, amid sweet caresses, that his love for her excéeded far the love he felt for any bug, however rare. One night a lurid gleam flamed forth the light of a thousand moons, Fire! And the student of bugs, the bridegroom of a year, bore forth from his burning chalet—first the specimen case of a “thousand beetles” and then his bride! NOT REGARDED AS EXTRAS. St, Lou's gir!—" Mamma is going to send me to a Chicago school this year.” Boston girl— Does she prefer Chicago to Boston ?” St. Louis girl— ‘0; but the school includes gum and pickles in the regular course.” SS) =~ iD PARSON JOHNSON SPEAKS OF THE DEVIL AT THE BLACKVILLE PRAYER-MEETING, AND HE TURNS UP AS USUAL. Parson Jounson—"' No, bredren ; T nebber seed a truly good pusson yit dat wuz ‘fraid ob de debil. Wha, bredren, dis am a powerful hot night, but ef de debil wuz right yar now, at de present moment, I'd haul off mah coat an’ swat de life out ob him,” PARSON JONSON (as he goes through the window * Ladies fust, dar, bredren ; ladies fust !” TOO MUCH CIDER. “L'il take a swig o' cider afore I git thet wheat in, — —Well, thet jes’ serves me right.” comicbooks.com