Judge — May 28, 1898 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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FROM THE HAWVILLE CLARION. E regret to chronicle .the misfortune which recently befell William Ramsey, famil- iarly known as “ Appetite Bill,” the popular young criminal who has been such a favorite with our foremost society ladies during his incarceration in jail, awaiting trial upon the charge of slaying his aged aunt with, a two-tined pitchfork./ -Last Wednesday afternoon, while, endeavoring to ‘escape fronichis onerous confine- ment, lie -had <his. right arm © broken: by the.sheriff, whom he attempted ‘ta stab With:a case- knife:: .He-wishes us:to-express his “heaftfelt gratitude to the friends.who have:so kindly min- istered to him since the accident, Te eae sates Saha "Say, Mister Policeman, can you-tell me where the war vets is? My papa.says they need all the ships they can get and I delicacies and flowers. want to give them mine” JUDGE'S FAVORITES. BRITOMARTE. GRIFFIN, Of Britomarte, the warrior queen, We've read a lot in England's history : Your fame as yet is dimly seen ‘Across the future's sea of mystery. But, fair and dear, you're worth already ‘A score of that dead ancient lady. A GREAT INSTITUTION. UNT MARY'S chandelier was an object of great interest to Dorothy, who had never before seen one. On her return home she exclaimed, “1 wish, mamma, we had a place for our lamps to roost ‘on too,” WHAT SHE CALLED HIM. 66 PARDNER, I was never so deep- ly insulted in my life,” said Tired Thompson to Weary Willie, as he joined his companion in the road. * Did she ask you to work for your POLITIC, Did she inwite you to take a Mr. WAL * Mariar, we've got to hire a nurse-girl to take charge of this yowling r bath?" infant of nights.” tNaWe?" Mrs. Watker Daccy—"* But think of the expense ” pile F 5 Mr. WALKER Daccy—" Hang the expense! I'm for peace at any price."* “ How did she insult you? “She said 1 was an unfumigated fraud,” STAN laws, A TERRIBLE CATASTROPHE. wible, tewwible thing. isn’t it, Gussie” ightfully howwid, deah boy ; fwightfully howwid. Why, heab it's gone and waised the pwice of perfumed cigawettes fifty per F cent. alweddy, bah jove ! comicbooks.com