Judge, 1898-01-15 · page 6 of 16
Judge — January 15, 1898 — page 6: what you’re looking at
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| | Bon Buurrer—"'So Bill Fourdice has stopped drinking, has he? I'll just the cheapest— INCORRIGIBLE, WHITE aigrette her dainty dress And hat completed. I confess A pang of sorrow made me smart ‘That from my hand must speed the dart To pierce her girlish selfishness. Yet love for her bade nothing less Than to let fly the shaft and press It home, The reason on my part A white aigrette. * Ah, cruel little marderess " Isaid, ‘There can be no redress For wearing feathers" With a start She answered, leaning on my heart, “Till give The Audubon'—oh, yes !— A white aigr UNDER DISCIPLINE. Dorothy (whose new teacher is cross-eyed)—"* She's all the time look ing with one eye, mamma, to see if the other ‘s looking where she wants it to.” A SAFE BET. bet you ten dollars he doesn t keep it a week. Jack Vorrer—"T'll take you, He's dead.” soles needer.” WISHED THEY WERE SOLELESS. Weary Witte (az he strites the road-bed)—"* Ugh ! corporations hain’t got no souls.” Disa. DAWSON (with a shudder}—"* Ugh! I only wish de fellers dat work fer dem didn't hev no =— A PORTABLE SCAPEGOAT. *Rastus (in explanation)—" Mah dawg treed de “possum in yo'r coop an’ I went arter hi Farmex—*' I'm shorely 'bleeged to yew Th’ varmint hez bin gittin’ my chickens right erlong ” "Rastus (fo himself), n’ mah wife calls me er fool fer allus takin’ dis ‘possum erlong wid me. ' APPRECIATED. AID the Reverend S. Anctification, “When I first accepted the unanimous call to the church at Sharp Corners the people were so infatuated with me that they begged for locks of my hair; but when I took my leave of them last week they insisted on having my whole scalp.” DOuBT. Old gentle. man (to store- keeper) —" Dew yew keep shot fur buntin’ pur- poses?” Storekeeper —" Certainly.” Old gentle. man (confiden- tially) —"Wacal, naow, which is shot er ammuni- tion?" REUL CHANGE. Mary had a little lamb ; Its fleece was white as snow, She took it to Pittsburg witn her-— — And now it looks just so. comicbooks.com