Judge — June 19, 1897 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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416 And while rude ‘THE NATIONAL GAME. right for young social function ?” Mr. Wynkoop—" Why, certainly. Don’t you?” Mrs. Wynkoop—* Well, it has a bad influence upon thing, it doesn’t do any good.” Mr. Wynkoop—" Do you think it is productive of any particular good for a woman to attire herself in a gown dependent upon two frail strips of ribbon at the shoulders ? Mrs, Wynkoop—" Wut, dear, | wasn’t talking about gowns, was 1? I say playing whist doesn’t do any good; and Dr. Lamb said in his sermon, yesterday, that it did have a bad influence.” Mr, Wynkoop—" How?” Mrs. Wynkoop—" Why, young men who start with whist afterward learn to play that game where you make chips and bet money. What is it you call it?” Mr, Wynkoop—" Any harm in authors?” Mrs, Wynkoop—* No, indeed; it’s an innocent Cards, same size, pictures on face, shuffle, deal around, chance to cheat, chance for skill” Mrs. Wynkoop—" Ves; but” Mr, Wynkoop —*Then why isn't there the same danger that young men will become attached Git used ter them right-handers if yer goin’ ter marry ‘Lize, A MYSTERY EXPLAINED. Deacon Coupwarer (fointing to snake in alcohol)— “You may not know it, my good man, but there’s a snake just like that in every bottle of whisky you purchase.” Mortarty— Howly Saint Pathrick! Divil a wondher thot there's a hissin’ sound iv'ry toime Oi dhrink wather.”” NATURE’S WAY. THE snowdrop is a fairy flower That opens with the spring ; Of loving nature's vernal hour The purest, sweetest thing. Nor warms the torpid blood, The first frail lambkin comes and sleeps Beside the opening bud How modest are the new-born pair ! White as the snowdrift nigh, And both as innocent as fair, All timid, meek and shy. And when the snowdrop through the snow Can lift its slender cup The lamb is big enough to go And eat that snowdrop up. A SERIOUS QUESTION. Mrs, Wynkoop —" Do you think it’s uape March his vigil keeps, DKSSIE 8, CROFFUT. A PLAYER HIMSELF, Karierine—"' Oh, papa! where is Mr. Diamond?" OLD Lovsomun (caressing his right foot)—"" He tried to make a home run off my delivery, but flew out.” folks to play whist at a THE MORE DANGEROUS IMPLEMENT. Bentup—"1 shouldn't think you'd thank Starter for giving your boy a toy-pistol.”” Toedown—" That's all right. young men, and, for one I gave him a chafing-dish.” TRAINING, who has been fooling with the bear)—** That's right, Hi. She takes after her ma.” Otp St SALTER (lo prospective son-i to authors and develop a hankering for the game played for money ?” Mrs. Wynkoop—* But you don’t understand what I mean, Whist and authors are so different. You don’t get excited in authors, and whist is so interesting it seems to lead young men to play whist. I should say in authors you don’t take anything with the best cards, and young men are driven to play—no; I mean you don’t have any ace—somehow when— There, you are laughing at me. You don’t want to be reason- able; you are not trying to understand me.” PRAM J. TILLMAN, FELLOW-FEELING, a] WUZ knocked senseless once an’ taken t' de hospital,” said Soiled Spooner, an’ w'en Icum t'me senses I foun’ dey wuz jes’ finishin’ mak- in’ me take a bath; an’ ever since, wenever I t'ink about ol’ Diogenes, I feel sorry fer him.” “W'ot about him?” asked Seldum Fedd, who was not posted. “Aw, de poor cuss had t' live in a tub.” Comatose CLarence—'' W'ot's de matter wid yer, Mike? Yer look terribl Moxsip MIKg—"* No wonder. I had bad dreams last night. I wuz sleepin’ on a work-bench.” comicbooks.com