Judge — December 19, 1896 — page 33: what you’re looking at

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

Christmas Judge. First DeserTer—'‘ It's kind of dangerous business, pard, but —{ Two hours later}—"' Rah | we won't go home till mornin'—(hic).” you kin bet we'll have a good time ‘fore they ketch us anyhow.” Roapsipe IkE—'* Hello, what's dis ! soldiers ott duty? What * Roapsioe Ike—' Now, den, forward march !—bum—bum— yer say if we swap clo'es wid "em—dey's dead drunk 7” bum, bum, bum "—but— FULLER SAND—"* Good ! I’m in it.” —untortunately they ran into a provost-guard, who mistook them for the deserters and marched them off to the guard-house, and—— SEVERE PENALTY. A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY.