Judge — February 15, 1896 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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WHY SHE FELT SURE. +O YOU overcame that old antipathy of yours,” her husband remarked, “and called on Mrs. Bobbles?” "Do you think she was glad to see you?” “Tam sure of it.” “Ahem !—you must have some reason for that be- lief outside of her assurances.” “Thave. Thad on the old dress that was made over twice, my hat was out of style, and my hair had come uncurled; while she had on a gown that coulan’t have come from anywhere but Paris. Could she help being glad to see me?” AN ANTIQUE WITH MONEY IN IT. New maid (about to dust a rare old mahogany bureau having many drawers)—“ Shure, mum, it wud pay yez well t’ let it out in flats.” 1, UNDERESTIMATING THE ENEMY. Mosrs—"*I guess wid dis heah heaby snow on de groun’ dere ain’ no dangah toe be appre- hended frum de farmah's dog. — . THE FAMILIAR VALENTINE, F COURSE itis a thing divine, Of lace and satin superfine. Dan Cupid plays the same old prank Sunk half-way in the same snow-bank ; A bleeding heart or two, a dove, Some verses builded up with love. But, don’t you think it rather queer That you should send to me this year This cloying bit of lovers’ woe Zsent to you a year ago? 4. 5. Keutan, A PRIVILEGED VISITOR. Mrs, Keedick—" Did | understand you to say that you saw Queen Victoria when you were in England, Mrs. Trotter?” Mrs. Trott heir-consumptiv “Yes; I saw the queen and the —Angels in hebben ! ef de creetur ain’ got snow-shoes too SELF-EVIDENT. *e\4R. MODDLIN,” said that gentleman's wife in a horrified tone, you are drunk.” “Guesh I musht be,” assented Moddlin cheerfully, “or else I wouldn't (hic) let you shee me in this (hic) c’ndshun.” IN NO DANGER. Dinkley (who bas owed a bill for medical attendance for four years and never mentions a settlement)—" Doctor, I woke up in a cold sweat alittle while ‘ago, but feel so much better now I am sorry I sent for you, Iam easily frightened and am afraid I am losing my nerve.” Dr. Grimby (who bas been called at two a.m., dryly)—" No, I don’t think you are.” REQUITED—A LEAP-YEAR TRIUMPH. THE BLOoMER-GIRLS—"‘At last I” THE TABLES TURNED. THE new woman had returned in a very bad humor. She had missed a bargain-sale of cravats. “Are you tired, dear?” her husband asked meekly as he tried to hush the crying baby and undress the next youngest at the same time, “Make that baby shut up and get me something to eat. It's a pity ifa woman can't come home once in a while without finding bedlam awaiting her.” A few hours later, as the weary man dragged his tired limbs up the third flight of stairs in answer to the baby’s cries, he heard her singing at the top DOMESTIC ECONOMY. of her lungs, “I would not live always,” and he stopped to raise a prayer of ay : Mr. Cohen knew his business when he bought that ladies’ wheel for his thanks for small mercies. wife, as it totally saved that carriage-hire account, comicbooks.com