Judge — February 13, 1897 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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106 HERR NARRENSITZUNG'S PRECAUTION. DEM burglars bei der chail break ouet, Week before yesterday, weak, no doubet, Und not so strong like they. Now, when I drinks mein lager bier, I], Esbecially dot bock, Wi fastens me mein front \ door here Mit eisen key und lock. HIS IDEAL. Seldum Fedd (at the door) —* No, ma‘am, | ain't beggin'— I'm simply goin’ frum house to house, searchin’ fer my affinity.” lost any sort 0° lookin’ lady dat gimme pie t'ree times a day will fill de specifications.” PARS DE HAT EROUN’. F YER wants ter gain de king- dom,” Said de preacher—gazin’ ‘roun’— * Wants ter reach dat home in glory Whar we lays our burdens down— Z Pay ertention ter dis message, An’ dat hebbenly city see, Gib yer heart ter Gawd Er- mighty, An’ yer pocket-book ter me. about some one hiding under it.” “* Hear de words uv de blessed Jesus— * Lay not treasures up on earf,” Make er lib’ral, large collection An’ receib de secon’ birf ; When de dimes an’ nickles jingle, Den we'll shout er jubilee— Gib yer heart ter Gawd Ermighty, An’ yer pocket-book ter me. “Don't beno wise disencouraged Ef de stony way is long— Pars de hat eroun’, my brudders, Whiles we sings ernudder song. EE yer specks ter git religion, Specks salvation full an’ free, Gib yer heart ter Gawd Ermighty, An’ yer pocket-book ter me. Tris Justice. game out av season? CoLoRED INFOR! TRISH JUSTICE Paisoxer — Irtsit Justice — informer, accordin’ to | R—'" I does, to that bargain crush.” ENGLISH, Don't mention it, me Loy ; hit 'U be useful to me. 5 Him goin ‘ome on a cattle-ship.” hin, bey A HINT TO THE NERVOUS. ““ Why, auntie dear! why did you have your bed fixed like that?” AuNT—" Well, darling, I'll tell you ; it was to save the wear and tear of mind I always had ** Gib it all—an’ don’t begredge it— Don't be holdin’ eny back ; Sackerfices must be offered When we walks de narrer track. Pars de hat erlong de benches, Pars it slow, so all kin see, Gib yer heart ter Gawd Ermighty, An’ yer pocket-book ter me.” BELLE R. HARRISON. | * JUSTICE.” Now, Mr, Nagur, yez shwears that th’ pris'ner kilt th’ h. —*' Tin dollars foine, half fer th’ informer.” ‘t any money. indge." six mont’s in jail, wid th’ half to th’ comicbooks.com P, pore