Judge — October 26, 1895 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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HOW THE TROUBLE BEGAN. SHANGHAI ROOSTER (folitely)—"* I met your wife a few moments ago, She was just coming out of the vegetable garden, Cocuin Cuina (jokingly)—"* Indeed? Now | come to think of it, she has been on that lay for some time. She thinks 263 IN OUR NEXT. ANDaow the Trilby collar comes, Our worn-out nerves to vex ; What have we done that Trilby is Continued in our necks ? TO THE DEATH. Tom —*\ love her madly.” es, but we are also friends?” Tom —" Let us go to her together and declare our love.” They go. Pauline —* Let us all three Jerry —" Certainly.” Each drew a cigarette and lighted it. of starting an egg-plant in that place.” AN AVOWAL, "VE been dreaming, yes, dreaming of you,” Said the maiden so tender and true. * For U have a bad habit Of eating Welsh rarebit, And there's no telling what that will do.” HADN’T TIME, Lady (to impecunious workman she is employing for sweet charity's’ sake)—""I hope you will come early to- morrow and finish this job promptly.” ~ Public-spirited one— Really, mum, that would be impossible, I should like to oblige ye, but to-morrow | walks wid de unemployed.” UP-TO-DATE MELODIES ILLUSTRATED. “Couldn't play in her yard,” ** Only one girl,” ** German quickstep,” “And the band played on.” HIS LIFE IN HIS HANDS. DURING the week Mr. Brownstone had taken out an extra policy on his life. The evening before he had been to Harlem to bid his aged father and mother good-bye. Early in the morning he had called on coachman and cook to witness the signing of his will; and now at the last supreme moment he stood surrounded by his weeping wife and children, Tenderly he spoke a few parting words and kissed them each ; and then with firm, set lip he tore himself from their restraining arms and started for the L station. a He was going to Brooklyn for the day. MORE RACE DISCRIMINATION. + 0VA-AS, me bredderin’, dey ain't done us right yit. De equality ob de races is not came. Dey gibs de white man five dollars en’ de niggah only gits two, en’ de niggah’s vote counts fer jest as much; en’ it ain't square.” HE RESENTED IT, HeE—* These seats are so small and uncomfortable I think I'll just turn that back over and — IN TRAINING. Tue coact—"' Now, then, stroke, spit on yer han’s an’ put some backbone inter yer work. This ain't no ladies’ tea-party. See?” Cutatte, (the fough)—"* Sa-ay, if yer doa t'ing like dat agin I'll ‘land’ on yer so hevvy it'll stop yer t'inkin’ fer a lifetime. See?”