Judge — October 31, 1896 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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on me this two year. Vnote. by Elmer Chickering. JUDGE'S FAVORITES. DELIA STACEY. A portrait. Fancy a maiden, modern, truly— Up-to-date, yet hot unduly ; Winsome, both in word and act ; Fair to look upon—in fact, Think of all that’s airy, grace-y, And there you have her—Delia Stacey. THE MIDNIGHT VISITOR. T WAS sixteen minutes to one a, m. The drug- store clerk had just fallen asleep when the night- bell rang with a loud noise. ily, the tired clerk staggered to the street door. “Lemme in!” said a bass voice outside. “What do you want ?” asked the sleepy clerk. Lemme in and I'll tell ye,” replied the voice outside, The drug-clerk opened the door. on the back of his head rushed in like a breeze from the Hackensack meadows. “Turn up the gas, quick !" said the visitor. The sleepy clerk was wide awake now, and turned on the gas. [want to see your city directory ?” said the visitor. “What !" gasped the clerk. “Yes, I want to see your city directory. TOO LATE! CLeRk—" Any one waiting on you, Miss Haysenn—" Ves, [thank y Rubbing his eyes sleep- A little man with a wart on his red nose and his hat I've been out to a Bryan-and-Sewall Cloverdale has been waitin’ Sudge HE DIDN’T LIKE THE PROSPECT. ee HAT'’S that Ww thing ?” asked Davie. He had come down to visit for a few days at his aunt Ellen's and was taking a look over the premises. “That,” replied his aunt, “is a folding- bed. You are to sleep in it to-night.” The boy appeared to be a bit startled, but said nothing more. An hour later, how- cver, he appeared with his little grip and um- brella. “I've gett’ go home,” he announced briefly. “Why, Davie, you came only this morning.” “T know it, but, y’ see, I don’t b'lieve I could stand bein’ folded up an’ put t’ sleep in that big bureau, an'—an'—'sides, I've got t’ tell Billy Bludkins somethin’ I forgot.” But Aunt Ellen made up the bed and he was finally prevailed upon to remain, though he said the following morning that he had dreamed all night of being a clean shirt in the bottom bureau drawer at home. FATAL, THe count—‘' Ha! he has been out in ze rain and ze moshroom have sprong up, is it not? Or it is a deesease, eh?” Jack’ Bontown —" Yes, that’s it—buttonitis !" DAVID M, TALMADGE, AN ARDENT BELIEVER, Miss Perkasie—* Do you believe in co-educa- tion, Mr. Tommey ?” Mr, Tommey —Indeed 1 do, Miss Perkasie. I shall never rest until I am allowed to take a post: graduate course at Vassar.” FOOT-BALL NOTE. Isaac Couen —"* Full back.” meeting and have forgotten the num- ber of my house. My name's Smith, John Smith, and 1 live somewhere on Third avenue, but I've forgotten my number.” Ty good man!” exclaimed the drug-clerk in utter despair, “do you know there are two hundred and ninety-seven John Smiths in the city directory >” “Good; two hundred and nine- ty-seven. First rat- tle out of the box. That's my number —two hundred and ninety-seven! hanks.” And the little man with the warty nose darted out into the night. ARTIFICIAL MOUNTAIN FOR OFFICE USE. Our sporting artist, being compelled recently to make the Junce office his headquarters, and unable to forego his old custom of climbing the mountain-side for game, has devised a scheme by which he may take his regular daily exercise. comicbooks.com