Judge — September 18, 1897 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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4180 Photo. by Schtoss. JUDGE'S FAVORITES. MARIE VALLEAU. Some of the prisoned laughter ‘OF the vintages of France Is yours, and lingers after The mirth has left your glance— Like the twilight soft and tender, Stealing o'er daylight’s splendor. Byer (thoughtlessly) — journey?” “Would you like to accompany me on a century wage THE TRIAL SCENE. HE scene was laid in a police-court. ‘The prisoner at the bar was a low- browed thug of the kind that we meet with in Richard Harding Davis's stories of the east side. The accusers were a young mar- tied couple from Brooklyn. The burg- lar had been caught red-handed, and on the evidence before him the judge was prepared to make the sentence severe. The defense could do nothing save throw itself on the clemency of the court. “Is the evidence all in?" inquired the judge. "Let it please your honor,” said the lawyer who represented the plaint- iff, “the wife of my client wishes to make a statement.” “Well, madam,” said the judge, “what is At first she wept aloud, then sud- denly pulling herself together she dart- ed a vengeful glance at the accused and relieved her mind in this wise: “Your honor, I didn’t so much mind that this man was trying to rob us of our little treasures. We had several duplicate wedding-presents that I would have sold long ago if it were not for the sentiment connected with word in edgewise !” Miss Lerrover—"* Oh. Mr. Byker! this is so sudden,” NT OF BLISS, “Oh, joy! joy! ‘The proud beauty reckernizes me at last, an’ the poor an’ lowly orphin of Baxter street is ‘appy.”” NEPTUNE _AND THE BICYCLE BELLE. AS COOL as any icicle, By day she rides her bicycle Along the wind-swept sea-sands beneath the beetling bluft ; And by night she gayly scorches, Nor bothers about torches, While the boulevard's bike copper she recalls as but a" stuff.” But old Neptune had a new clause Inserted in his blue laws Since one vanished glowing summer when she was there before, From his wat'ry throne prismatic He had frowned on the pneumatic And voted that no scorching should be done upon his shore. So he sent a wave to catch her, In speed equipped to match her, And in shadow of his sceptre she was swept as by a storm. When he saw her wave-wet bloomers Neptune said, ** In spite of rumors T have heard that you're a scorcher you can go ; you're not so Te HORSE has more human nature thin some min have. Some people who knew Jones and had seen him wear a { number-six boot in the States would be surprised at these ; but they needn't, as he wears eight pairs of socks in them, them, and I wouldn't so much have minded their being stolen; but when this brute was stumbling about the house he wakened the baby.” The face of the judge grew stern. “Ten years,” he exclaimed, “ with hard labor.”* He was a father himself. AFTER HE SAID GOOD-NIGHT. She (with a sigh) —“ And Gertrude said he was * hard to talk to,” Well, I guess she’s right; he was here two hours and I couldn't get a STANAWSs. EXACTLY SO. Racketr—" The old man fired me out of the house day before yesterday and again to-day.” Hackett—" Then yesterday you were between two fires,” comicbooks.com