Judge, 1895-12-07 · page 12 of 48
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Dupriy—" I'd like to see the hawse NO REMNANTS. **P)O YOU suppose Santa Claus will leave you anything this year?" asked the Gentile youth of eight years of his Hebrew schoolmate of equal age. “Vell, 1 hope nod,” replied the other.“ Ve've sold oud mosd ohf our Ghrisimas stog alretty, und a_par- gain-sale nexd veeg vill gle: der remainder. No, mine frendt; I don'd Vink vot's-his-name vill leaf us any- dings on our hands dis year. vas pigging ub.” Peesniss ANOTHER UNFORTUNATE. Bagley—" How in the world did you receive such terrible burns?" Bailey—" Oh, | acted the part of Santa Claus at a Sunday-school func- tion where they had one of those non- inflammable Christmas-trees.”” Reversxn jean (Baptist clergyman) — REVEREND JACKSON Yo! may die ‘fo’ den an’ lose yo'r ‘mortal soul.” T cawn’t wide, you know ” A MIXED TYPE Our comic artist partakes heartily of lobster-salad and cucumbers just before retiring, and shortly afterward receives a visit from an Irish Jew born in Africa, who insists upon immediate and treble satisfaction, NOT A DECEMBER CONVERT. “* Mose, why doan’ yo" cum intoe de fold?" hws Tur Horse—"* Oh, come off !* OUGHT TO BE HAPPY, . ‘On. WE had a lovely Christmas ‘over at our house!" exclaimed. the little Esquimau girl to her nearest female friend. “And I got just what T have wanted ever so long.” “And what was it other. "A pair of fur-lined bloomers to wear on my icicl asked the DUTY. Tue teacher's life knows little joy. Just now it’s far from pleasant ; She finds it hard to spank the boy Who gives her a Christmas present. WHAT HE REMEMBERED. Teacher—" Now, Johnny, you tell the story of Christmas. What is there t be chiefly remembered concerning Johnny —" School closes on tha day, ma‘am.” Mose Jonnson—' Wa-al, pahson, I will ‘bout nex’ July.” Mose Jonnsox—" Wa-al, jpahson, I'd sooner do dat dan be baptized in cracked ice,” comicbooks.com