Judge — November 23, 1895 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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

THE PROPER STUDY OF MANKIND IS WOMAN. Litre 'Rastus Ketcum—* Gran‘pah, teacher sais I've got ter study grammar.” Graxpra Ketcnus —"* Did yo’ heah dat, grammah? Teacher sais dat "Rastus has got toe study yo’. Dem eddicaturs am gittin’ sum sense intoe demselves at las’, bress de Lawd !" THE POISON-FINDER. HE poor man lay groaning in bed with the blankets pulled up closely around him. It seemed hours since he had gone there in a vain attempt to get to sleep after he had tired himself out walking up and down the floor. He had the toothache. Several times he had resolved to put some laudanum on his aching gums, but the medicine was out in the kitchen closet, and he kept on suffering rather than get up. He knew how weak and foolish it was, but the repugnance a man feels to bed in the middle of the night was too strong for him to resist. ‘At last he could stand it no longer. With a mighty resolve he jumped out of bed and stumbled his way into the kitchen, Standing on a chair, he groped about the top shelf of the closet in search of the bottle. He searched in vain. Although he knew it was there he couldn't lay his hand on it. It seemed to him that he had handled every blessed bottle at least a score of times. In the midst of his swearing a brilliant idea struck him. He remembered that laudanum was a poison. Hurrying back to the bedroom, he went to the crib and dragged forth the baby. Once more he stood on the chair. This time he had the baby in his arms. He held the little thing up until her tiny fingers touched the row of bottles. The sorrowing man watched the little hand travel lightly over the phials and then suddenly clutch at one, As he took it away from the baby a smile of satisfaction lit up his face. The label on the bottle read, * Laudanum—poison.” JAMES Ja¥ o'cONWELL, NOT ENOUGH FOR THE TASK. Cumso—* There are said to be forty-seven society editors in New York city.” Cawker—* That is all right. New York society needs editing.” ise from a warm | | | | | | | Pat—‘* Shovelin’ dir-rt."" 331 PERILS OF DRIVING WELLS IN MAINE. Exper Savem—"' Yes T am having a well driven, and they say there is a good v of water here.” boring hotel) —"* There, 1 think of looking here for Mr. Casey (proprietor of nei guess them prohibition cranks wor booze.” hurly thish ish a miricale.”” Brornen Jo Right you are, elder! Bes’ water ever tashted 'n my lif to now?”