Judge — January 30, 1897 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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POLITIC HOBOES. APPY JACK the rover, Roundy Rollingstone, Ate what folks left over, Lived in fields of clover, While the sunshine shone, Still they live in clover, Though the blizzards bliz: Traveling with a lecture (Democrat conjecture)— * as McKinley ruined biz?” THE FAMILY RECORD. Bessie (aged five) —" I've got two grand- * imas—Grandma Vance and Grandma Curr.” Liicy (whose mother has been married twice)—" That's nothing. I've got .three— Grandma Cook, Grandma Brown and Grand- ma Lawrence.” Bessie—" Why, that ain't so, You can't have more than two grand- mas,” Lucy (drawing herself up proudly)—“ Yes, ‘tis; we've been married twice.” “HITCH YOUR WAGON,” ETC. ‘OVVHEN Juggby is in liquor he soars to great heights.” “1 should think so! He was discovered last night trying to hitch his horse to a star,” AFTER THE HOLIDAYS. “My dear, I thought you said you had done all your holi- day shopping?” “Lhave; but I am now going to look for something fine for Tom to give me.” THE COLORS OF STEPHEN CRANE. (From an unwritten novel.) ABEL was dressed in honeysuckle pink, Her auburn hair of sewer-pipe red floated like a weird, uncanny cloud in the iron-foundry blackness of the autumn night. At the moment, across the green of the brown horizon, arose a pale tint with a cast-iron sound. A man with a face of mon- key-wrench blue, his terra-cotta nose pointing to the silvet clouds of the strawberry-colored heavens, dashed into the | gray thick of the crimson fight. Mabel was saved, and the Sv nent ped golden light of white salvation shed its purple over the yellow ACY a of the great buff world. : WILt a, Chmstens, Nay : aye AGREEABLY DISAPPOINTED. MR. MALAPROP. ‘Onpsaty i The sous are all ins ae Farmer Green (gazing at two bicycles attached by coup- OaaaN (capcfantly) —* Have they discovered the whereabouts of the Cuban army?” Jer) Vell, that’s grand! I never did like them tantrums, WEYLER (fervently)—"* Thank God !" with one feller ridin’ in front an’ the other ‘way behind.” AN ENGLISH IDEA OF AMERICA, a (Arrived in New York) “Say. pard, kin yer ‘Tue NoNoRAMLE Bertie—* Now I have read y.,pard, kin those American stories by Bret Harts and Mark Shove The tnd pp Froun around Bier Orricer Murruy—‘Come t' th’ station, yez Train, shin. with the cores contume, T can go “ioryarod" ana place ter roost (ere night? Fer AngY, wanderia’ lunatic dood! or Oil fan yes wid falty jolly tiene.” 1 guess an’ cal’klate, be gosh! I's es tired esa tramp : fully jolly time,’ an’ es hungry es a coyote,” comicbooks.com