Judge — November 21, 1896 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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

“My dear Mr. Thinskin, why don’t you consult a physician and get some advice regarding your condition? "m sure you ought to try a bottle of Dr, Hackingcough’s consumption remedy.” “All bosb, Mr: Thinskin ; there’s nothing ails you except that you're lonely and despondent and need some- one to cheer you up. Now, how would a nice young it tt bie he dm undertont)—"* Great Scott! what next?” COPYMONT 1896, BY THE JUDGE PUBLISHING COMPANY OF REW YORK. “Oh, ye can't tell me what ails ye. It's yer liver; that’s what it is. What ye wants ter do is git some v. old cabbage, put in castor-oil and rhubarb and peanyroyal, bile it down and take it every ten minutes.” “By heavens! I've got everything so far recom- mended except the widow, and if this dose don’t cure me I'll marry her too.” A VICTIM OF MEDICAL ADVICE. ‘Now here I brought them purpose for yer—there's tag-alder, ginshang, wormwood an’ sas'fras. Now put ‘em in mmyjohn of gin an’ don't yer be stingy when yer taki ‘a nS Kin. EDERAL ADTCE grandmothers, Mr. Thinskin His case is a conundrum to S.—Owing to the unfortunate age with the widow Jones has been postponed indefinitely.) Seciett &Wihelms Litho Co New York comicbooks.com