Judge — March 7, 1896 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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you see me lay those eggs, myself, right down there FROM JUDGE'S DICTIONARY. Honor — A universal heritage of humanity, with local variations, deterring men from the commission of acts whose probable consequences they antici- pate, Z Glory — A delusion which has made much his- tory and many Napoleons, but never a Washington. Love—A pulsation of TOWA EGGS the infinite; the breath of the universe; the mystic principle that is fabled | WANDLE, to revolute the world; and incidentally chargeable with much of human warn maser’ Pity—That tender impulse which moves our tears when benevolent Mr. Softly supplements a tale of indigence by an appeal for alms. Fame—An ephemeral flirtation of fortune with man, generally con- sidered the first installment of immortality; and usually proving the last. It is presumed to confer the privilege of eccentricity. Dignity—A very general characteristic of our race, often the last re- HOME HINTS. To make a hen lay—tie her down, not ten minutes ago, you mendacious scoundrel? You are discharged, and Source of fools. Some come by it naturally, some put it on with their clothes and others in virtue of their wives’ fortunes. Dignity may be see that you don't refer to me for a character, either.” LENT. HE KEEPS not Lent in piece nor part Who keeps it not within his heart ; The soul must sanctify the pain Else watch and abstinence are vain. susie M. mest. WHAT AILED GOSLIN. Trivvet —“Goslin is quite sick.” Dicer —“ What ails him? It can’t be overwork.” Trivvet—" No, it isn’t over- work. About a week ago I heard him confess that he had an idea, and | incline to the belief that he has overthought himself.” JUDGMENTS FROM MR, MCGARVEY., OME fellies can’t shpare th’ toime t' git old. It’s worry that kills paple long b’fore they're did. sth’ rainy Sundays thot toimes. ‘Th’ hin-yar-rd is th’ foine study human nachure. rd t’ th’ woise is enough whin a felly's got Th folks that sneer at wakes print car-rds o thanks in th’ pa- pers. It’s love thot makes a felly fale loike th’ lasht rose 0” sum- mer bloomin’ wid another one. DAVID M. TALMADGE, A PLEASURE SPOILED. DEACON PRESCOT (on whose head the boys have painted a target)}—'* Dis sho’ am an interestin’ account ob dat chicken- show — classified as benign, brooding, disdainful and pompous. This last is the result of a misconcep- tion in placing the residence of dignity in the chest instead of ‘on the brow. EDWARD CLAYTON SAVAGE, =< NO CHICKEN. Mrs. Taddells—" Let's see! Susie Dimling is about twenty years old, isn’t she?” Mrs. Wiffles—" Susie Dim- ling twenty! Susie Dimling will never see twenty again if she lives to be eighty.” —Yo' brack rascals! yo’ don’ mutilated dis waluable readin’ article.” comicbooks.com t