Judge — February 27, 1897 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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DEFINED. Mrs, Jackson —"* Dat's sebenteen lies yo's tole me toe-day, all dif- frant. Yo" am a reg'lar rapskillion.” “Rastus Jack “* Wewhad am a rapskillion, mammy?” Mrs. JACKSON rapskillion am a young ‘un dat’s got his fad- der's blood in him—dat's whad a rapskillion am.” THAT IS ALL. ‘THAT story about George Washington chopping down a cherry- tree is not founded on fact, is it?” “No; it was the invention of a hack-writer.” FEMININE SPITE, Miss Autumn—* 1 hope to have a good time at the masquer- ade.” Miss Caustigue—* Well, you'll have as good a chance as any of the girls, as you'll be wearing a mask.” ON BOTH SIDES, E WAS looking for work, and had but- ton-holed the manager. “ My motto,” he said proudly, “is printed on the outside of your door. It is ‘ push “That's very good indeed, though somewhat old,” remarked the man- ager, “provided you've, got what's printed inside our door.” He pointed with a haughty gesture to the cold inscription, * Pull.” Suage A DAGO DITTY. ] AMA Ltalian man, Big-a biz on da street-a I do, Sell-a da fruit-a and banan’ At five-a cent for two. Bat chestnuts no more-a pay, Can’t-a make-a my rent: Da newspap’ take-a dat trade away, By da Sunday supplement. ENTIRELY DIFFERENT. oe H ULLO, Jimmie!" cried an office- boy, meeting an old chum dui- ing the luncheon hour. “Why, Tommy! how are you? was the reply. “ Whatcher doin’ now?" “You'd never guess,” returned Tommy. “I'm workin’ for that old boss of yours—the lawyer. Say, ain't he a crank?” “That never bothered me,” re- marked Jimmie. “All I kicked about was the wages an’ the way he worked a feller, When you werent wearin’ your shoes out runnin’ errands he'd set you copyin’ them musty old papers in the big tin boxes. Then every time I had a pair of new cuffs on he'd put me to work cleanin’ the copyin’-press. Say, don’t he raise the deuce, though, if you happen to let a peddler slip through to his private office?” “Does he? Why, yesterday he said he'd t'row me out of the winder if it occurred again. He made my hair stand on end.” “Don't let a lit- tle thing like that scare you. It used to be pie to me to be t'rown out of the winder, He always give me half a dol- lar afterward to stop cryin’.” “But when you were workin’ for replied Tom- my, “' his office used to be on the ground floor. Now he’s moved up to the top of a sky-scraper.”” JAMES JAY O'CONNELL. EXPLICIT INFOR- MATION. *¢CHILDREN,” said the pretty school- marm on Washington's birthday, “ what can you tell me of George Wash- ington? Tommy Tad- dells, you may answer.” A NATURAL CATASTROPHE. = Please,(ma am, he's “Everything was going smoothly for the boys who stole that ride until Mr. Smartpace’s sleigh dead,” replied the intelli- Was stopped abruptly by one of those bare spots— gent boy. — which checked Ais impetus—but not theirs, comicbooks.com |