Judge — October 24, 1896 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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

LOST IN WONDERMENT. Frienp —‘* What's the matter 7" Ruse —** I am wondering why that horse of mine don't drink.” Frrenp —"* Perhaps it isn't thirsty.” Rube —“* Shouldn't wonder if that hain't ther reason, I never thought of that.” THE COMMUTER’S OLD COMPLAINT. : population of Hades had so increased that newly-arrived immigrants were forced to find residences in the suburbs, and the cantankerous commuter who had just crossed the river speedily found himself feeling very much at home, running to catch a train, “This reminds me of Long Island City,” he exclaimed raptur- ously, as he clung to a strap, panting for breath, while the car passed through the fumes that arose from the entrance toa blazing sulphur mine.“ The smell is different, but it’s nearly as strong.” “Ts it hot enough for you?” asked Mephistopheles with a ma- lignant sneer, as he punched Mr. Commuter's ticket. “ Well, it may be a little warm,” he admitted grudgingly, but if you don’t make that fool fresh-air fiend in the third seat ahead close his window we'll all have pneumonia.” RICYCLE MEAT. NO USE FOR IT PERSONALLY. Fiy Farracut—" Lady, cud yer give a poor man work ?* Lapy—"'I cou! FLY Farracut—"' T’anks, lady. De nex’ poor man T meet dat needs it I'll send ter yer.” (Finishes his pie.) comicbooks.com |