Judge — December 21, 1895 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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“Vell, meester,” she interrupted, “dis vas Baron Hirsch's Heprew golony, und vot you dryin’ to ged droo yourself I don’d know, ain’d id?” And a providential snow-slide from the roof at that moment fell upon the innocent Mr. Wraggles and mercifully hid is painful embarrassment, THE DIPLOMAT. | KISSED my bonny love on Christmas night. * Nothing unusual,” you say? “+ The mistletoe helps many a bashful wight ?” And ‘'* He who will not when he may?" Ah, but this kiss the Christmas-tide impearls— The memory my very being jars; For ‘neath the mistletoe I kissed the other girls, While her I kissed outside beneath the stars. MADRLINE OmVIS, A SEASON OF LIBERALITY. Cumso— As a general thing everybody is liberal at Christmas time.” Cawker—"That is true. Nobody minces matters but the pie- builders. Ne CALLED DOWN. “Yes, Gwendolen McSwat, since Alderman Sweeney give yer fadder ten dollars fer gittin’ his tarrier out'n der sewer yer too high-toned ter notice yer old friends. I s'pose yer folks tink now dat dey kin marry yer ter one o' dem furrin noblemen wot's lookin’ fer American heiresses.”” AN ERROR OF JUDGMENT. +6 AH. MADAM," sighed Weary Wraggles, throwing a long: practiced cough to windward as the farmer's door opened slowly before him; “ah, madam, how much has you en yours got ter be t'ankful fer on dis blessed Chris’mus day! I kin see wid me mind's eye your gayly deco- rated Chris’mus-tree standin’ in a tub right in de corner uv de sittin’- room, where you've moved de sofy out frum, covered wid candy-canes, ; A SAFE OFFER. en penny candles, en strings uv pink en white pop-corn, en glass balls, en... FAisuunn FLAUnty = 1 offered ter chop wood fer me meals at every presents rich en rare fer de delighted little ones. Madam, on sich a RAVeNOUS KEARDON (?eredulously)—" Where wuz dat?” glorious day ez dis wud yer see a poor feller like me starvin’ ter "—— Fasisnep FLAHERTY (complacently)—"* In de Indiana natural-gas country.” A CHRISTMAS APRIL- FOOL. Fravep FAGAN—" Vagrant? Ver wrong me, oscifer Rut if ver is Faxmen GREK (a moment Liter)—" Don't yer wanter buy a wreath er a lookin’ fer a chance ter distinguish yerself — I'm givin’ it ter ver strait — dey's a ~ Chris'mus-tree fer yer fambley, officer?” (Tableau ) green-goods man at work rite round de corner.” (Exit Me Manus hurriedly ) comicbooks.com