Judge, 1897-09-18 · page 16 of 16
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Jury Ketty (¢ p. m.)—"* when we git home fer goin’ swimmin’ Tommy Grapy—" Naw, dey won't—not if yer do wot I tell yer. Listen |" (Deep conference.) judders will lick de stuffin’ out uv us Tommy Gravy (¢.30'p..m.. af Mrs. Kellys)—"' Oh, Mrs. Kelly! yer son Jimmy an’ I wug in swimmin’ an’ he stepped inter a hole, an’ dere wuz a whirlpool derey an’ he fergot how ter swim an’ sank out uv sight, an’ ” Mrs. Keit¥—"' Och ! th’ poor. blessid saint is drowned !"" (Fainés.) Tomsy Gravy (at home, 5 p. m.)—"' Yes, mudder, I got de cramps terrible an’ down I went t’ree times, an’ de las’ time I went down I t'o't uv me dear mudder, an’ how good she wuz terme, an’ I crawled right ashore on de bottom. { couldn't bear to die an’ leave you, mudder. Oh, t’anks! Dis jam is som'thin’ great an’ helps ter take de taste uv de water out uy me stomach. Yes, mudder, yer kin kiss me ag’in if yer want.” ComrmanT 1997 ey THE JUOGE PUBLISHING COMPANY OF REW YORE 1 son Tonns an’ I wuz in swimmin’ tree times an’ never come up onct, ai IMMY KELLY (¢.70'9 m., at Ms +s. Grady's)—* Oh, Mrs. Grady! yer Y Tommy got a cramp an’ went down Mrs, Grapy—“* Och! th’ poor, dear angel is drowned!" (Faints.) Jrumy KELty (at home, 5p. m.)—"" Yes, mudder, I did git in over me head an’ t’o't I'd never git out alive ; but when I tot uv me dear mudder needin’ me services ter shovel wood an’ split coal I jes’ gritted me teeth an’ rolled right over an’ over on de bottom till I got ashore. I’m glad yer preciate me so much, mudder. Yes, I do feel kind uv faint, but I kin eat dis short-cake, too, I guess.” Mas. GRADY } (aie day) —“'Ocn, | MTS Kelly. | gid yer hear about ye Mrs. Kenty Mrs. Grady, me darlint choild { jaar { gettin’ wellrnigh drowned yisterday, an’ nothin’ but the blessin's uv God an’ love uv his mother saved him, an’ your son { Beumy, { tookin’ on?" etc. etc. (But as both ladies talk at once, and neither pays the slightest atlention to the other, Tommy and Jimmy get out of it all right.) ‘Sackett Witheloms Lithe & PYig Co NewYork. THE SYMPATHY DODGE. comicbooks.com