Judge — August 14, 1897 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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ALL RIGHT NOW. OW that your answer is propiti S, Say, darling, are you superstitious ? You're not? ‘That makes my conscience clear; For you're my thirteenth sweetheart, dear. IN THE WHITE MOUNTAINS. Landlord— Did they discover the identity of that petrified body which was found in the valley yesterday?” New - Yorker—"\ don't know; but I think it was a man from whom one of your waiters refused to take a tip.” MODEL OF NEATNESS. #+CLARA is a model of neatness, but sometimes she carries things to extremes.” “To what (o you refer?” “Why, she brushes the teeth of her sprocket-wheel every morn- ing. COMING EVENTS SOMETIMES CAST A SHADOW BEHIND, QUITE :A: DIFFERENCE. THE DUDE'S DEFINITION. Figg—* You don’t mean to tell me you believe that story of Jonah and the big fish?” 44] WONDER what they mean by ‘the {winge of society'?" said Gussie , " be . . as he lit his forty-second cigarette. Fogg —* Well, anyhow, it isn’t as if Jonah claimed that the big Pe tonne aves i sazhncc ‘s . fish got off his hook just as he yanked him to the surface.” It must be those fellows that weah theah twousers fwayed at the bottom,” said Reggy after a solemn pause. And the other assembled members of the Simian club shivered at-the bare mention of such a dweadful thing. A NATURAL LAMB, **Q)H, DO look at that dear little lamb!" said Frances on seeing a young lamb for the first time in her life. “Isn't it pretty?” asked mamma. “Yes; and it is so natural too, It squeaks just like a toy- lamb, and has the same sort of wool on its back.” NEW EFFECT OF HEAT. Doctor (who has just en- tered, to Pat, who is standing in front of grate)—" Why, Pat! get right back into bed. Just see what a perspiration you are in! This fire must be put out.” Pat—"* Shure, sor, Oi wor in thot drippin’ a shweat thot Oi'm shtand- A SUICIDAL SUNSHaDE. in’ here t" be Brotiten Jack—"* Say, Effie, why in thunder do you wear that broad-brimmed ‘sailor’? You know well enough we've afther dryin’ got but two days here to acquire a whole season's tan,” mesilf.” ero —) Deacon Putter (as Mfrs. P. descends on his side of Mas. Putter —"'So', hef! Whad's de Her—"* Git out !" the barn)—"* Moses! heah cums a lost sperrit in a para- mattah wif yo"? chut’.” AN EXCITEMENT 'MUNGST DE PULLETS. comicbooks.com