Judge — October 10, 1896 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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

EtneL—‘* Whatever induced ber to marry a prize-fighter?” PengLope —"* So she could wear his championship-belt with her new shirt-waist, of course.” any dancin’ g Libbie Sweet an’ her feller got us into it, Libbie's a reg'lar “spieler,”an’ she was gettin’ her fine work in dancin’ with George an’ leavin’ that timber-toed giraffe of a beau of hers for me t’ lug around; but I soon snuffed that. I walked him over t' her on th’ floor one evenin’ an’ I says, “Miss, Sweet, you better stop a hand-organ some evenin’ an’ dance this young man of yours aroun’ th’ sidewalk a while.” She says, “ What's th’ matter with.th’ roof?” I says, “There wouldn't be anybody t’ look at you up there; besides, you an’ him do th’ most of your huggin’ on th’ sidewalk, anyway!’ This was a good wipe at her, for they're such a big fam'ly that her an’ her beau sits out on th’ steps mostly pleasant evenin’s an’ eats candy an’ drinks beer out of a bottle. One night there was nine butcher boys come up t' th’ club, an’ in five minutes they owned th’ hall. First thing anybody knew they was dancin’ with all th’ pretty girls an’ takin’ ‘em down t’ supper. George went t' th’ door - keeper about it, an’ he said they had come in all together an’ laid down their fifty “Stop yer chewin’ dat shirt an’ clar out o° dar.” A RESISTLESS TEMPTATION, MISS MARY ELLEN EASTSIDE AND THE DANCING-CLUB. EORGE an’ me joined a dancin’-club last winter, but I didn’t enjoy it very much. They made George floor-manager, and whenever there 's on he gets so stuck on himself! The girls make such a fool of him—fiatterin’ him up; an’ then he comes an‘ brags to me about it. their money back. No, sir! The; Aes oes A TERRIBLE REALISM, Wiig Neverwasut (with a shrick)}—"' Jee-roo-salem ! Will dis ym day I actooly t'ink I'll have ter use soap meself. It'll drive me mad !" CONVINCED. of it.” cents an’ walked in. Then George went an’ asked ‘em t’ leave, an’ they wouldn't do it; said they'd paid for their. hat-checks. George offered ‘em y went on swingin’ th’ girls an’ stompin’ like all persessed. Then George tried t’ get some of our boys t’ turn to an’ help him clean ‘em out—for George ain't no coward, an’ can take good care of himself in a scrap—but nobody seemed t’ feel ‘em- selves injured. So then George an’ me hit on a plan, an’ while th’ dancin’ was goin’ on we went an’ whispered t’ our own set, an’ one at a tite we slipped out an’ got our hats an’ wraps an’ left ‘em with th’ door-keeper in a pile. Then George got up on th’ platform an’, knockin’ for order, told th’ “ guests of th’ evenin’,” as he called ‘em, that if they wanted t hire that hall with musi- cians an’ lights they could have it for eighteen dollars. (We paid fifteen.) This tickled th’ butcher boys most t’ death, an’ in less ‘n half a minute they put up th’ money. Then th’ music started up an’ we all took our places for th’ dance. George was dancin’ with me this time, an’ when we got well un- der way he stomped his foot, an’ every one of us made a break for th’ door, grabbed our things an’ run, leavin’ th’ butcher boys dancin’ there. Maybe they're dancin’ yet. sapeune onvis. i 4 Hicks (when the shirt came home}—" I've had a suspicion for some time that my washer-woman uses something that eats the clothing, and now I'm sure comicbooks.com