Judge — December 19, 1896 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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

THE MILLIONAIRE’S CHRIST: MAS-BOX. ES, the millionaire was nervous and flurried, Tt was evident at a glance that he was trying to make his bank-account bal- ance with the expend- itures incidental to Christmas. Suddenly a mes- senger, who had lin- gered a half-hour in the corridor, reading “Leather-lip Larry, the Double-breasted Burglar,” burst into the office, panting as if he had come ona dead heat from the Pacific slope. Throw- ing a parcel on the desk and bounding . out, he as suddenly subsided into his usual locomotive des- uetude and shuffled off in company with “Leather-lip Larry.” ‘The man of money, hearing the hur- ried footsteps, seeing the flying parcel and the closing door, started up in great trepi- dation and cried “ Murder! fire! anarch- ists!" Clerks and brokers rushed in, and shortly a mob surrounded the office, wait- ing for the bomb to explode, when“ Chim- : mie" the office-boy swaggered in with a withering smile, undid the package and, extracting a neck-scarf bearing a remark- able resemblance to the aurora borealis at its best, presented it to his employer and requested him to read “ de poertry.” He read, “ Frum Chimmie to de Guv- ner. Mary Crismus.” A PHENOMENON. WHEN Christmas comes with merry pace ‘The small boy is a peach ; His stomach is the resting-place Of everything in reach. THE RENT WOULD BE TOO HIGH, Kittie—"' Say, Sue, you are living too high.” Sue—"I know it, but T can't afford to pay rent on the lower floor. Christmas Judge TO A COMEDIENNE. [S17 ittasory, your art? Then let illusion reign! And I will gladly, for my part, The picture of enchantment feign. To your fictitious charms I'll cling, And disbelieve the fact. Or,—at the footlights have your fling, Then love me for the entr'acte. You enter—reasons melt and fade; You vanish—still the spell. Play on in dreams as here you've played, E’en though you play the infidel ! To find beneath the mummer's mask The woman warm and fair— A maddening riddle ‘tis you ask, And yet, the prize is past compare. ‘The truth that truth can understand Is in your studied lines, And through your pose and action planned ‘The beauty that is genius shines. Your kiss to sinner or to saint Leaves on his lips, to prove, A trace of rouge and carmine paint, And in his heart one dream of love. NaNRY TYRRELL, [F YOU meet your old summer girl un- der the mistletoe you should give her back some of the kisses you had from her last season. mnetaMedusaisthis. ©) i rmaidenthat seemingly shocks EVEN UP. Crawford—" The new woman should a seaget ith a coiffure of mistletoe locks Ea, hea, ae make Christmas easier for the married i 3 man to bear.” Grimshaw—" 1 don't see it. A bike and set of bloomers cost about as much as a sealskin sacque.”” comicbooks.com