Judge — July 25, 1896 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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

(A STARR COCKTAIL) Ho-ho! famous little Star(r) ; Now I know just what you are, T don’t care what most men think ; Well I know you are a drink, First a glass and then some ic Then these measurements precise : Bitters, or'nge—a dash will do, < Apple-jack, of it parts two ; Half as much of dry vermouth ; Stir and strain. And so, forsooth ! I’ve exposed you, little Star(r). All the world knows what you are. CHARLES SUMNER CLARK, ITEMS FROM THE PIZEN GULCH “BELLOWER.” A RAGTOWN man is working on a new scheme to increase the sum of human happiness. He is trying to cross the milkweed and the straw- berry plant, so that people may raise strawberries and cream togetht The salv army people, feeling the necessity of fighting iniquity at close range, have opened headquarters next door to the office of our unes- teemed contemporary. Success attend them! ‘A hunter at Deer Creek poked a neighbor in the ribs with the muzzle of a rifle to wake him up and was shot dead, Hereafter a hunter who wishes to arouse a neighbor would do well to. shoot him first and poke him afterward, Josh Higgins, who was hit in the jaw at Bullion Peak, sued for ten thou- sand dollars. Ie won his suit and got one dollar damages. He formerly lived here, but he never appraised his jaw so high before—not, at least, when EMPERANCE ADVOCATI we used to wollop him, Ser eeenle's esha ee és ‘ i rer tish (hi t oP 2 . uOZV INDIVIDUAL—"* Tash right; Lam/shamed (hic). Afer tish (hic) A Digger Caiion woman rawbided a man for hugging her and then fell I'm g-g-goin’ t shpen’ it fer beer—'pon me word (hic) I will.” into the arms of another gent and didn’t kick a bit. : Queer critters, these women. Dangerous to fool WHEN REHAN PLAYED. with either way a és 3 No two clocks in Ragtown keep the same LR re ere see ere OLE Sioa time, ‘There is mining time, school time, bank To tell how, in the light, her soft hair glows time, and a lot more, ail different. Between them With tints of ruddy gold ; to match the size a man has a bad time finding out where he is at and —_/; as ‘And motions of her hands to butterflies : when he got there, M. é Or, better still, to show how her art throws. A NEW WAY OF PUTTING IT. A charm oer all her mimic joys and woes ; 5 ' . To link my name with hers, and so to rise ! He—" Now, darling, you know how strong is 84 Alas ! before my winged thoughts could soar my love for you, Do not say you will be a sister \ f To that dear height where inspiration springs, to me.” ‘A woman came in front of me and sat HIS WRONG. yer ashamed o’ yerself, spendin’ all he Nos Georne : BUS iile notlsay 320, Between me and the stage. I saw no more ; Vou eae: vom 189.0. For on her head were feathers, bows and things, — ‘And all my song was changed to ‘* Shoot that hat!" ADAPTED FROM A POPULAR SONG. AUBERT LANGH WYETH. He—" Then you will “—— She—" You may be a brother to me, George.” A BLOOMER RBUNCO. Farater Geeex—' 1 don't mind folks goin’ in an’ gittin’ what arly apples they wanter eat, but I'm here ter see thet they don't lug none off in baskits, Faraer Green (a moment later)—"* Wa-al, by gum!" b’gosh '” comicbooks.com