Judge — April 17, 1897 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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RIGHT. [NA game of “What is my thought like,” mamma corrects Bobby forsaying his “thought” is a human being and belongs to the animal king- dom and the mineral as well. “I'm talking about Lot's wife,” whimper- ed Bobby. B LOOD will till, It’s me- silf thot do know a felly thot in- heriated chil- blains from his father. He losht both fate in a railroad wrick— poor divil !— an’ now, bejakers ! he has th’ chil- blains on his nick, Waote, by that JUDGE'S FAVORITES. LOUISE ALLEN. Vat did she did? She joost did blayed Tilly, dot vas der servant-maid Ylein Freund von India" in, you bet! She smashed dot looking-glass up fine, Und as der funniest {raulein As never vas, alreatty yet AN EASTER EPISODE. M&S: GOLIGHTLY had a cold on Easter day, so her husband agreed to go to church in her stead “to save the family credit.” His wife was watching in the bow-window for him when he returned. “ Was there a large crowd there?” was her first eager question. “A crowd? Well, I should say so. All the boys were out. Bob ‘Taylor's back and Jack Hartficld—er—er—I mean—I saw your friend Mrs. Sufferin the very first thing.” “ Mrs, Sufferin! Why, Herbert Golightly ! she’s at the point of death with typhoid fever. “Oh, then it may have been some other person I saw.” “Very possibly. What did Mrs. Chichester have on ?” “Mrs. Chichester? Let me see —oh, a sort of blue overskirt or something. Just like that business you wore at the Warings’ the other night.” “An evening-gown at church !" “Well, of course she had a yore over the open s will have all the detail: “Yes, Did the Hathaways have their uneasy little girl there? “ Both of them.” “One of them is dead. What was the sermon about, Herbert ?” “Well, now, the first of that sermon I didn’t just catch. I seemed to be sort of wool-gathering some- way, but—why—oh, yes; now I re- es. if you Farmer Greex — “By Jinks! this time,” made, dat I hain't got no chicken on mah pusson.” ANOTHER HALLUCINATION, I've caught that darky right in the act Parson Ctucks—"*T hopes yo" am satisfied, suh, aftuh de sarch yo’ jist WOULD COME IN HANDY THEN. SILAS Kornrep (timidly)—** W-would you like a lock of my hai AMANDA Haraque —"* N-no, Silas. Save it till we get married.’ . ‘Mandy ?”* member. chaps. It was about the shepherds and the wise men, and all those old You know they always have to get a good send-off.” “No, I don’t know anything about Christmas sermons at Easter.” “ Who went to that church, Mrs. Golightly—you or me ?” “ Neither of us.” “What? Oh, indeed? Nyther of us! Nyther of us! just speak the English language if you're going to talk to me.” “Volubility won't cover it up, Herbert. You've been to the club. That's where you've been.” “ How in Halifax "—— “I knew the minute I smelled you. I have been too easy about this church-going. I see my mistake now. You wouldn't mind it if it were ahabit. We will go together every Sunday after this, as you promised when we were married.” Mrs. Golightly sat down to the piano and began placidly to sing an Easter carol whose refrain was, P “Victory ! victory!" Her husband slammed up to his dressing-room, muttering words that also had to do with the future State, but there was nothing of resurrection hope in them. VIOLRTTR MALL, THE EASTER VARIETY. HE speckled hen stands on one leg She's thinking lots and lots. She wonders if she laid the egg That's full of polka-dots. You can proverdince ! dat bird thought he wuz back in a warm coop an’ didn’ emit no ‘ peeps’ outen him.” comicbooks.com