Judge — May 22, 1897 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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AW OF COMPENSATIONS. SOWIE geht’, mein freund?” “Comme vous portez vous, mon ami?” Blonde, florid and stout was the German. Slender, dark and wiry was the Frenchman. They grasped hands cordially as they met in the palm-decorated café; then both talked American. “ What shall it be?” said the stout man. “Do we still stick to our bargain—that I shall take clar- et and you take beer?” “T feel like breaking and end- ing that bargain,” replied mon- sieur. ‘No longer am I vindic- tive as before over Sedan and Alsace and Lorraine. I have sympathy to spare for Germany now.” “And you forgive the crushing defeats, the occupation of Paris, the five milliards of war indem- nity?” “ Well, mon ami, it was humiliating and costly; but Germany's fate is worse—she has the young kaiser on her shoulders.” “ Waiter !" roared the big Teuton, “fetch one quart of champagne and two glasses.” THAT WHEEL. THEY say that “the bicycle "s come to stay,” Bat I hardly think this is so; For of all the fads that are known to man I should think it had come to go. IN BOSTON. ++ RROWNING, dear?” “Lam listening, love.” “Are my spectacles on straight?” PREPARED TO BE- LIEVE ANYTHING. *#sYOU don't tell me that Jessup is such an ass as to believe such a story as CONSOLATION A LA PRIZE-RING. Bic_cnier Cut-THE-MuD- White man’s knife heap big—yes. Injun’s knife—no.” St SLASHER (the scout)—"* Never mind. ‘Th’ papers ‘Il say you wuz fightin’ out o' yer class.” ANOTHER GOOD WAY. that?" Husnanp—"* Well, my dear, what did the doctor say ?” Ww “Oh, but I do. Jessup has been reading the Sunday Horror tor five years now. * He said I was suffering from over-eating.” Hustanp—"‘And what did he prescribe ?” “Well, he thinks I had better go to some seaside .hotel at once. A SOPHISTICAL COMPARISON. oe ELL?” she hissed Ww with an angry glare at his red nose, which had taken on a deeper hue than it possessed when he left home a few hours previously to at- tend a political meeting. “Well,” he echoed, “when a train carries a red flag that’s no sign there's auction-sale going on, is it?” Then, having carefully placed his umbrella on the bed, he stood himself up in the corner and sank to sleep. GOOD IDEA. Mrs. Tenspot—" Isn't it odd that the encores are al- ways much more enjoyable than the regular numbers on the programme?” Mr. Tenspot—" Yes, it He thinks that iS. T wonder why they don't sing the encores first?” PROXY. T would like a marriage-license.” Well—er—madam, but it is customary for the gentle- man to”"— NOT A WEATHER EXPERT. Huncry Pererso’ Got a good joke on * Weary’ when I see him.” Sur—" Not in this case—the gentleman can't come. He Maren Brrts—"* Wot is it?” objected, an’ for a time it looked as if there wasn't goin’ to be any _ HUNGRY PeTerson —"* He tought we wuz a-goin’ ter hev a late spring an’ asked wedding. He'll be able to be around to-morrow ; so you can just de judge ter give him four mont's instead uv t'ree.” give it to me.” comicbooks.com