Judge — March 27, 1897 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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IN BEHALF OF HIS APPETITE. SOUTHERN bishop arranged to spend three days during his annual visitation at the home of one of the faithful, whose wife was a famous housekeeper, A negro boy was brought over from the plantation to be the bishop's body-servant during his stay. The morning after his arrival, the bishop having failed to make his appearance, Jake was sent to summon him to breakfast. Ina few mo- ments Jake returned, looking much alarmed. “ Where is the bishop?” “He say he'll be heah torrec'ly. “What was he doing?” “ A-sharpenin’ ob his teef.” AN AFFLICTED FAMILY. on’t what luck John’s folks doos hev. ed baby!" IN HIS ELEMENT. Cobre vegetari er—"Pshaw! That fellow is a THE QUILTING-BEE, ILEN snows were deep and nights were long, ‘was then the thrifty dame From somewhere in the attic dark Brought down the quilting-f:ame. She set her cherished silver out, All frost and filigree, Her linen sweet with lavender, And made a quilting-bee. The busy tongues were never still, ‘The nimble fingers flew, And fast upon the gorgeous squares ‘The dainty stitches grew, ‘The shadows lengthened on the floor, The kettle sang for tea, The fire sent o1 To a ruby glow t the quilting-bee. At dark the men came trooping in, ‘The matrons smoothed their hair ; ‘Vhe rosy maidens stopped to add A ribbon here and there. They rolled the gay rag-carpet up And placed the fiddlers three, excellent luck to-day. And danced until the winter dawn bee. Mxs An MINNA LeVING, AN Mus Cours (sharplr)— gompaay goes?” Mx. Congn—" How didt you know I vas smogking in der kitchen ?” Mrs. C ** Hecause all der flies are goming into der parlor.” IMMIGRATING ODOR. Grandma Brown—"\ never see the beat He's nigh-sighted, you know, an’ she’s hard o° hearin’, an’ now ef they hain’t got a red-head- ‘er—*You shonldn't make such a fuss about observing Lent. Why can’t you be philosophical, like your neighbor next door ?” Mr, ANGLER (opening basket)—"' Ves, dear; I had they're salt mackerel !" LER (sicectly) —"* It's all right, dear. the grocer 10 send mackerel the next time for a change —you've caught so many fresh fish lately, you know. * hakop, vill you blease pu:l oudt your cigar undil mein OUR LANGUAGE. Tom —" How are you getting along, Dick 7" Dick —*Splendid! Lain't doing a thing nowadays.” ‘Tom — “Good! As soon as | finish saving for a bicycle / expect to be on my fect.” NO PLEBEIAN AILMENT. HE czar of all the Russias frowned heavi- ly as the messenger informed him that the people, having heard of his illness, clam ored for a bu'letin. “Tt would never do,” he murmured, “to say I have a boil on the back of my neck. No; tell them "— his voice betrayed his anxiety — “that I am suffering acutely from a furuncle of the subcutaneous tissu Ringing for a fresh bread- tice, he bit into a caviare sandwi A QUICK CONVERSION. ILE was a Presbyterian severe And he was urging her to self-denial, She said, ** I can forego your visits here. Let us be brave and give the thing a trial." KAMA, FLAY RR SEABURY THE ORIGINAL COLOR. Se YVHAD dey allus call us niggers cullud folks fur?’ said Sambo. We neb- ber wuz cullud, nohow we wuz born black.” CAUGIIT. Vil show them—— Why—why, T told | THE “OLD RELIABLE" &U | First Mouse —" Hallo, young ‘un! peep around the office t00?* | Seconp sovse—" Yes, old boy. | the typewriter’ a while, | Fixst mousk—"* Which ?* Are you taking a Let's go in and ‘run comicbooks.com