Judge — June 27, 1896 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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it) Mrs, MILLyuN Reccoy—"'I di Mrs, Mant Reccy—" HE STILL HAS HOPE, 64] AM not altogeth- er hopeless.” It was the prince of Wales who was com- muning with himself. “It is true that I am life, still it is said that into every life some reign must fall.” MIXED. Actor (to drama- tist)—" How did your new play come on?” Dramatist (vo actor) —" The critics gave it such a roasting that it panned out a regular frost. snowed under.” \ Suage THE FAMILY LINE. * Did you hunt up Count Spaghetti while in Florence, Reggy ?” * Did you find his family line to be a long one?” but I gave ‘em my washing, and that helped out considerable.” :, THE DIFFERENCE OF A K. Got Younc wire—“ Isn't it a pleasure, George, dear, to see mother so hay Youne nuswanp—" Yes, dear. Youre Tony—"* What's the matter, Billy 2” Bitty—"" I've got that tired feeling.” T always love to see your mother—knit.' INDIGESTIBLE. ppily engaged 7” A NEEDLESS WARNING. MADS. this thought on your memories score, Next leap-year 's nineteen-hundred-four, So let not time unheeded spin If you a marriage prize would win ; Be bold and earnest, but not flirty, For twenty-two and eight make thirty, TWO GREAT CLASSES. +] SUPPOSE the people who bother you most,” said the student in journalism, “are those who want their names put into the paper.” Yes, with one exception,” said the managing editor; “and they are the people who wish their names kept out,” LIVE AND LEARN. (CHARLEY was puzzled. Ordina- rily he was willing to believe what he was told, but when told that that article of furniture was a folding-bed his profound experience of six. years was unequal to the test; he became skeptical and blurted out, “Auntie, do you sleep standing up?” NOT RIGHT. SeYVHAT did Ww Lushley say when told of his re- moval as president of the club?” “He didn't deny the charges; said he'd rather be tight than be president.” PLACED WRONG, Mrs. Warem— “ How do you like your new handkerchiefs, dear?” Mr. Warem (a chronic fault-finder)— “Pretty well; but some of ‘em ’s got the mark in the wrong corner.” Where he got it. comicbooks.com