Judge — September 11, 1897 — page 16: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

*Consarn it ! them doctors went an’ puta goat’s stomach in me, an’ now I can't eat nothin’ but truck like posters an’ scrap-iron.”” A pounding-machine pulpit for athletic minis- ters. The merit of the sermon to be determined by the total number of pounds registered during de- livery. COPTRONT 1897 BY THE JUDGE PUBLSNING COMPANY OF MEW YORK ITINAQRP NOTE TUE CLANRE IN Aiage- Sanctimonsous~ Conseavarive ~ Siow. Avavetic ~ DRAMATIC ~ SENSATION AL ‘The minister of to-day An old-time minister, ‘Ductua Stamey UPEARLY, Doc Aomepath | caitls 6 Fever cvre, The timid doctor of long ago. An end-of-the-century doctor. NMITR NMNAcTANreRC ANNH MINTATERA “You look sick, Eddie.” “Tam; my doctor says if my mistress don't stop smothering me all day with her kisses that he'll have to send me to the country to avoid nervous prostration.”” expectedly come out bright and beautiful, therefore we will di the sermon and prayers, thereby giving us all time to take a spin before dinner.” (Great applause.) Flere Schmitfitt goes back man. He tak him a ne Sackett 5 Widheles Lie & Pre Co NewYork comicbooks.com