Judge — December 7, 1895 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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

REVENGE IS SWEET; OR, WHY DEACON UM 1S TRMPORARILY HIMSELF, Mxs Krrcnum—" Now ef dat kairpet ’s gwine toe be beat its gwine toe be beat de way | wants it toe be beat, an’ | won't hab dat clo x-pole stickin’ right up je middle an’ liable toe punch er hole right froo it. Vo" stop beatin’ dat kairpet ull I crawls undah an’ taiks a She crawls under the carpet and the deacon cuts the clothes.line ; then — —hasn’t been home since THE MODERN MAIDEN. POX'T tive her a musie-box, album or book, ‘A manicure set of the like. Such old-fashioned presents she never can brook, For she has her heart set on a bike. RAISING THE WIND. First coryphée —" Did you bang up your stocking on Christmas eve?” Second coryphée—" No: bung up my jeweled garter. Got fifty on it.” a WHEKE WOMEN WERE Catamount Jor (the con oes Al, you a Kate is now branded man an’ wife, an’ you're th’ happy yoke-mate o° th’ han sumest an’ only female ia Koundup. —(Seddrniy.) Hands vp, thar, al, while th’ parson hisses th' bride.” AT A PREMIUM. PAID FOR, * remarked the family terror, aged ten, as ne carefully scraped both his {tly’s patent leathers prior to his sister's appearance in the parlor: -candy you sent sis on Christmas was prime. I et the whole of it.” replied Mr. Softly, gently removing his embryo brother-in-law. “Yep. Sis dasn’t tackle anything sticky with her false teeth, so I got it all” And from the smothered whoops which were shortly heard proceeding from the nursery it was evident that something stick tackling the family terror and that he was again getting all, His sister had overheard hi is remarks. THE boy who cried to be put into long trousers now regrets the loss of the girl's stockings he used to wear. A REGULAR HERO. Fixst cyctist—" Well. as I was saying, after we'd ridden twenty miles and were covered with dust and completely exhausted we got caneht ina thinler-storm and drenched to the skin, and I took a header and he punctured his tire and then and there acked me to he his wife.” SECOND cYCLIsT—" Mercy! haw unromantic !" Fins cyciist—"* Well, a man who will propose like that must mean what he says, anyhow.” comicbooks.com