Judge — October 23, 1897 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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1797— 1897. I8 DAYS of eld y® blithesome maid, When going to y® ball, In silk and satin was arrayed And captivated all. Bat now y®’97 girl Who doth attend y® ball Y° college colors waves on high And gives y® college call, MC LANDBURGH WILSON. ‘KOT HARD 70°00." SOMETOIMES frindships do ‘ : be cut wid a dull wit. THE CONTRARY SEX. Parson JoHNSON—'' So dis little chile am a gal. Do de udder one belong toe de contrary sex?" “Mas, JAckson—"* Yais, pahson; dat's a gal'too.”” OUGHT TO HAVE A BIG SALE. soar makes you think your new hair-pins will have a big sale?” “ Why, man, they're made strong enough to lift the largest pickle that can be gotten into a boarding-school.” A MATTER OF PAINT. +e YOU'VE got a lovely barn,” said little Miss Citiman to the farmer, “but I don’t like its complexion very well.” 2, —=I guess I'll stop it. — A FIENDISH JOKE. Customer—‘‘Awful hot down here, isn’t it?” Devit. BARRER—" Well, yes; it is rather muggy. Next!" FROM THE PERSONAL MEMOIRS OF NAPOLEON'S BOOTBLACK. +6MARIA LOUISA,” asked the emperor angrily, “ where is the king of Rome this morning?” “Down in the next block, playing marbles with the princelings of your court, sire,” replied the empress. “Is he winning ?” continued the he: “Could your son do otherwise, sire?” “T suppose not; but is it on the square, or are they letting him win?” thundered Napoleon. “Your subjects, sire. young or old, do not fail in the respect due to vour only son and heir,” was the reply. “Stop the game!” commanded the emperor; “stop it at once and send the king of Rome to me It is pretty hard leather, Maria Louisa, that after all I've done for you and that boy; after all the hard fighting I've gone through to get this empire on its feet and in running order, that kid should try to queer me with the young-Napoleon-of-finance racket.”” ALBERT 8, HOYT. NO CALL FOR THAT KIND. Mamma— Exhel, | see that one’ of the leading dry-goods dealers advertises bicycle-skirts very low.” Ethel—“Well, he won't sell ‘em. None of the gitls is wearing ‘em below the knees.” of Austerlitz. QUITE AN ART. Amateur (looking at a mounted featherless bird) —"1 call that work miserably done.” Taxidermist—“ Madam, it's the height of art. The bird was mounted while moulting.” 3. —There ain't many insects on me.”