Judge — November 21, 1896 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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THE LAST FEATHER, each.” A howl of anguish rent the air, and in an hour a long caravan of red men hurried toward the setting sun, leaving a trail of empty flour-sacks and broken English behind them. , A REMEDY, ‘Aw, don't know what to do, my feet are so cold.” ‘cep on moving.” LL Med a Ui A MISCALCULATION Para Burnav (to Simon Bach, the tailor)—* How much will you charge to make an overcoat for me? Mr. Bact (sizing Aim up)—" Tventy tollars."* Para tuxnar—" Well, [have a thirteen-year-old boy—how much will you charge to make an overcoat for him?” Mx. Bacu—"* I'll do it fur feefteen tollars.” uae **\AY CHILDREN,” said Slug-in-the-ear, chief of the Brule Sioux, “we must pack our dress-suit cases and wend toward the setting sun, We must pull up our tent-poles and pull down our vests and meander up into Alaska, where we can live up to our income. There is no privacy here. The last wave of civilization has rolled over us.” “ Waugh !" said the warriors unanimously. “In that sound I hear the question,‘ What has caused the tall Sycamore to writhe like a new sau- sage on a sheet-iron stove?’ Hist! terday two men from Chemung county, New York, canvassed this ward to get subscribers to a county history, with family histories for each subscriber, and photo-gravure portraits, for twenty-five dollars Listen! Yes- height is five feet ten inches, with a proportionate chest-measurement, from an- other room. Total collapse of Bach, TAKING A CHEW OF HIS PLUG. THE OTHER ONE AND THE SAME. [N ONE of the western cities there is an absent-minded clergyman who has a family who sometimes take advantage of his weak- ness. One day he was walking along the street in a condition of complete abstraction, and he did not see his son as he passed. The son, seeing the preoccupation of the father, quietly walked by his side, remarking in a slightly changed voice, “Doctor, I want to thank you for your Sunday sermon, not only for myself, but also on behalf of my father, who enjoyed it so much, It did him a great deal of good.” “Tam very glad, very glad. And how is your good father?” “ He has reached that time of life when he needs your ministra- “Tell him for me that I am happy when he comes to hear me preach, most happy. If I help him by my poor words tell him that his presence helps me to feel and utter them. Must you turn at this corner? Then good-bye, and don’t forget my message to your dear father.” [vs loife thot’s loike a base-ball game—whin a felly makes a hit he must run loike th’ divil t' make it count. pg We i ‘The father accepts the proposition and brings ‘* Dockie,” the son, whose comicbooks.con