Judge — February 12, 1898 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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CIRCUMSCANTIAL EVIL Jupcr—"' You say you found, this man wandering about the graveyard lastnight? Why do you think ke intended robbing the vault?” = Orricer MADDEN—"* Because Oi found shkeleton kays in his pocket, yer honor.” SECTIONAL STRIFE, HEY were women, One was from the northwest, the other was from New England, ~ Oh,” said one with such a femininely sneering manner, [presume you think nothing quite equals one of your May- flower families.” replied the other, after the manner of her kind, “Ldon't think we think any more of our Mayflower families than you think of your Minnesota-flour families.” EMPHATIC CONVERSATION. hose deaf-aid-dumb persons are engaged in energetic conversation.” Cawker—" So they are. They are talking straight from the shoulder.” DOUBLE IN ALL Cases. * How old are the twins, Collopy?” Twenty yeahs ole their nex’ buthday, sab.” “Twenty years old! How do you make that out?” * Ten yealis fo" Willyum an’ ten yeahs fo" Willyumson mek twenty, doan’ it?" A MISAPPREHENSION, Mr. Isaacs—* r. @ dottle ohf champs; (Un a whisper.) Der fire-atara, shust shtruck forty-two. 's der box in front ohf mein shtore.” FMAL="* Nei nein, Isaacs; it shtruck twenty-four, not forty-two.” iy) Vaiter. make dot two beers.” A NEW KIND. ow Marathusa Perkins: had been confined to her room with a pro- tracted binocular head- ache and had lost. her appetite. Her husband brought home a package of modern fruit puddine, and the hired girl had com- pounded a pudding that had seemed to satisfy the bond. Arousing out of a sleep the next day, Mara- thusa turned to her hus- band, saying, “Gaius, 1 feel a kind of hankerin’, S'pose the girl makes me a trifle more of that new- fangled poultice.” THREE things are none of a woman's busi- TIME WORKS WONDERS. ness—politics, poker, and I, Jim Jonsing, aged six, and the turkeys. other women’s husbands, THE HAPPY SNOW- BIRD. THE festive little snow-bird Upon the trembling twig And on the sparkling windows. Performs an airy jig, Joy-puffed unto the eye-balls And feeling very big. He carols in the snow-storm While all his fancies throb ; He twitters in the rain-fall Upon the wire a-bob, And even when deep shadows Begloom his mental knob: * The pigeon ‘s but a pigeon, Though crimson, fawn, or blue; Wat I, although a snow-bird, ‘Am quite a pigeon too— A snow-bird on the rose-tree, A pigeon in the ste 7 Ros. MUNRFETRICN. 11 Jin jonsing and the turkeys ten years late comicbooks.com