Judge — January 22, 1898 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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AN ACROBATIC TRIUMPH. 1. CaTTLe-PUNcHERS (tn the dis- tance)—"" ‘Thar ! that circus chap won't steal no more hosses."” ONE OF SAM JONES'S. NE of the brightest, brainiest preachers in the Methodist church is Dr. C—. His beauty js, however, somewhat of the sincere type—a good, strong, intelligent face, but one which most people would call decided ly homely. He enjoys a joke even at his own expense, and he tells this good one on himself. He had made arrangements with the noted evangelist Sam Jones dat nastics an’ breath. \ ee ¥ if HOW YOU CAN TELL A GAMBLER. Ask a man to pass you the salt, and if he does so as if he were moving a stack of chips you can bet oa it. suddenly broke the silence by exclaiming, “ Dr. C—, I am so glad to meet you, and I am especially delighted to find that you are not a two- faced man.” “Well, really,” replied the doctor, “I am very much obliged to you for the compliment; but how do you know? You have seen me for so short a time.” “Why, replied Sam Jones, “if you had been a two-faced man you wouid certainly have left this face at home and worn your other one.” f / A HIGHER PLANE, YOUTH gathers knowledge here and there And halts the world to shout it; While age hath reached that wisdom where He never brags about it. dey're out of sight, for a little gym- to hold a meeting in a certain church. On the appointed day on which the evangelist was to arrive Dr, C— went down to the train with a carriage to meet him. After mutual introductions—for they had never met before and neither knew the other by sight—and interchange of greetings they took seats in the carriage, where they sat in silence for a few moments, during which time Dr. C— observed that Mr. Jones 111, __ate*hands bein’ bound don't seemed to be eying him rather curiously. At length the evangelist stop me fingers from untyin' dis rope.—— i] 1V, —An' it's de easiest ting in de world ter saw ropes off'n me wrists wid dis spur,— SARCASM. Miss Brxco—" Bella's green dress looks perfectly killing.” Miss Tkxmtow—" Bought it in Paris, didn’t she?” Miss Bixco—"* Yes.” Miss Tremtow—"t Paris green is apt to be killing.” V. —TI'll just chuck dis back on de tree an’ dey can use it on somebody else.” comicbooks.com