Judge — July 17, 1897 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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Shape PAUSE FOR CONSULTATION. . ‘WE HAVE come,” said the chairman of the com- mittee, “to ask you to take this nomination. The city needs a man like you—strong, brave, self-made, self-reliant, owning no master, fear- ing no man.” er ‘The great man was visibly touched. “I'll CUBAN MAGAZINE ARTICLE, not deny,” said he, “that your kind words have shaken my resolution. I trust that, if elected, I “ may justify your confidence and prove that I am indeed strong, brave, self-reliant; that | own no master and fear no man. Suppose you wait a minute till I see if my wife will let me run?” TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE. Miss Manhattan (at Atlantic City)—" Why, I thought you were going to spend the summer at New Rochelle?” Mr. Knickerbocker—1 intended to until I got a circular from a hotel there. Here’s the way it was worded: ‘There are no flies or mosquitoes in this paradise, and malaria is a myth.’ I think the fellow who wrote that would make a good understudy for Ananias.”” ON THE EQUATOR, Sot—"* Hold on, sonny! I can do all the scorching necessary in these parts.” EVENING CONVERSATION, Mrs. Hohmboddie —" Dear me! these rooms are small.” Mr. Hohmboddie—" Not for a flat, though.” Mrs, Hohmboddie—" Yes, for anythi we shall do if mother and the girls come ot Mr. Hohmboddie—* Why, have they written "— Ars. Hohmboddie (impatiently) —" No, no! but they might take a fancy to come suddenly, And, anyway, am sick of looking at that red- brick house with the white trimmings, And the way the children play in this street is simply maddening.” Mr. Hohmboddie (enystified)—" But what has that to do with expecting your mother and the girls ?” Mrs, Hohmboddie — Everything. And that sign over there, * Livery stable,’ I find myself reading it six hundred times a day. And you know very well we haven't closet-room enough.” Mr. Hohmboddie (briskly) —“J have, That second closet you gave me is almost emp ”"— Mrs. Hohmboddie—" Besides, the parlor-cur- tains are far too long for the windows. And they Il soon build on that open lot opposite, I know.” Mr. Hohmboddie—" They? Who?” Afrs, Hohmboddie—" Oh, some one we'll be sure to hate; see if they don’t. And then where a will we be?” MORE PRECIOUS STILL. Mrs. Scorcner (as Black Kettle Bill, the bandit, picks her off the wheel)—"* Oh, George! save me! Follow me!” Mr. Scoxciier—" Ves ; but if T leave this road those cactus plants will puncture my new tires.” / 1 don't know what on earth Mr. Hohmboddie—" Were, 1 suppose—won't Mrs, Hohmboddie (calmly)—" We needn't be.” Mr. Holmboddie (with a glimmer- ing of light)—"" Do you—do you mean that you would like to make a change this May?” Mrs. Hohmboddie (promptly) — “Of course.” Mr, Hohmboddie—" Why, my dear girl, it was only last week you said tly we were suited Mrs. Hohmboddie—" Well, but, my good gracious, John! suppose we are suited? Is that any reason we should stay here all our lives?" a, « eutnces THE CAPTAIN AND THE PRIVATES. Ce THE privates are always grumbling.” ‘These words the captain spoke. “Supposing there isn’t water "— And he puffed from his pipe A FLY YouTH, the smoke Davanter—" Why, mother! what are you crying forz” " For one I can do without it i : Motuex—"Oh, over that inexorable. blundering boy In a time of drought like this ; A DELICATE HINT, that I sent to the drug-store for sticking-plaster And indeed, with plenty of coffee, Jenene" Crm what did he return with ?” ‘The water I hardly miss.” Cyrus—" Vacas, dear?” ** Fly-paper !" WRLKN Ww. GROVE, Jerusia—" | hear paw washin’ th’ milk-cans.” comicbooks.com