Judge — December 18, 1897 — page 17: what you’re looking at

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—t Christmas Judge. STRANGE BUT TRUE. Bronco But—' See any curious sights in New York, Tom?” Tornado Tom—"* Wonderful, Bill. A DIFFERENCE OF OPINION. A NEWLY-MARRIED husband gave his wife a bicycle for Christmas and occupied his holiday teach- ing her its mysteries in the large empty laundry. She was not a light bride. He, like all the uninitiated, held her weight and the wheel's both in his straining hold on the saddle. She didn’t fall and she appreciated the gift, so she rode at intervals nearly all day. That night, when her husband was bathing his aching hand and arm with arnica, she inquired tenderly if he had hurt himself anywhere. He answered evasively. Then she kissed him in the jolliest holiday spirit and asked if he had had a merry Christ- mas? The inaudible reply was not in the normal bridegroom's vocabulary. “Isn't it queer?” said the bride; “from the way you happen to be looking, I should think you hadn't enjoyed yourself if we hadn't had all that fun with the bicycle.” ALWAYS THE WAY. Mrs. Cobwigger—" Wasn't it just lovely for your friend to give you that beautiful fifteen-dollar smoking- jacket >" Cobwigger— You might think so, but I don’t. He's the fellow I presented with a forty-nine-cent razor-strop.”” THE wise man buys the presents before he tells his children that Santa Claus is coming. Wry, I seen fellers smokin’ cigarettes right on th’ most crowded streets ‘ithout gittin’ shot at.” CHRISTMAS ETHICS. AST thou dissension in thy heart? Dispatch it straight away, Let every wicked wish depart, This blessed Christmas day: NOT SO BAD. Eruet—"' So poor Tom Slapbang had four ri i y a oe poor pang had four ribs broken in the game yesterday. Wasn't COLLEGE HALP-BACK (chcer fuslly)—"* 0 it didn’t materially affect hea Old feuds forget, love's torches light ; Revive old faiths forswormn ; In bonds of brotherhood unite, This holy Christmas morn. susie a. axsr. Ob, no; there was only three minutes left to play, Common 1097 BY THE JUDGE PUBLISRING COMPANY OF KEW YORK comicbooks.com