Judge — June 4, 1898 — page 6: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

MAN'S CRUELTY. HE looked like a woman who would let no obstacle stand in her way, and there was a look of fierce determination on her face as she swept past the young fellow seated at the desk and tried to pass into the next 3 Po room. But as she was trying to open the door the es young fellow said, “ Madam, you cannot enter that ea Nae room." eS ys She turned to him with these words, “ Behind ‘ ~ that closed door sits the man on whom is centred all my hopes and ambitions, My very existence depends on my seeing him. You shall not keep me from him.” “ Madam, I cannot let you pass,” said this cruel young man. 5 But the woman pleaded with him. “ Just go and ask him. I am sure he will see me.” After a moment's absence the young fellow returned, saying roughly, “He does not want to see you.” With a last lingering look at the clos- ed door the woman left, and the young fellow smiled and with a triumphant air said to himself, “ She’s done for.” Who was the man who refused to see her and sent her such a cruei reply—a cruel husband who had deserted her and left her children to suffer and want, or was it an unforgiving father whom she had disobeyed and who had cast her off to starve? It was not either of these she wanted to see; it was that muchly-abused and interviewed of all men— the editor. A YOUNG PHILOSOPHER. Little Clarence— It is funny about a girl, isn’t it, pa?” Mr, Callipers—" How so?” Little Clarence—* Why, every one of ‘em thinks she ought to marry a man who is makin ten times as much money as her father did when he got mar- ried.” VELL house is nosin’ about wid a candle, Bi afore she recovers frum her faint.” MURPHY’S LUCK. S6MURPHY wor ter- M ribly injured boi the ixplosion, Oi'm hear- in’.” Yis; but, praise the saints! they got him home an’ he doied a rale plisant dith in his own bid.” THE PERQUISITES. Cumso—" It you were a member of congress what portion of the United States would you prefer to represent?” Cawker—" Alaska.” LITERAL, A PRACTICAL BURGLAR AUXILIARY. INSIDE BURGLAR (hoarsely)—"* De mistress uv de OvtsiDE BuRGLAR—"* Den take de cage an’ let de mice loose. Yer kin pass me out de swag an’ escape £ aa 5” HOW HE CAME TO MAKE THE MISTAKE, LanDLorp—"* McDougal, this isn’t nine (9) dollars ; it’s only six (6)." McDovcai—"' Shure, an’ Oi musht bov looked at it oop- side down.” THE PARSON’S HUMOR. T WAS house-cleaning time at the parson- age, and the family sat down to a dinner- table that, owing to a press of other duties, the good woman of the house had laid with a most meagre supply of food. The parson bowed his head to say the customary grace. “O Lord "—he stopped and glanced over the board from beneath his shaggy eyebrows —* for what we are about not to receive make us truly thankful.” His wife was puzzled as to what he really meant; but she said nothing, and the meal was begun and ended with the utmost gravity. DECORATION DAY. HU, MEN of war so true, so brave, Your memory still is dear ; Sweet flowers we lay on every grave, And with each flower a tear. Mc. MUNGRRFORD, WOULD ADD TONE. Mrs. Berry (laying down a letter)— “ Every one of Cousin Mary's boys seems to have been born with a gold spoon in his mouth.” Bridget (qiickly, with wide-open eyes) — “ Begorra, tum! they musht be iligant fer THE DIFFERENCE. Lapy (stern/y)—** Didn't you read the sign ?” Cumso- Cugexy Ciinuearp—" Yes'm ; but I'm only ask- in’ yer ter furnish de grub. I kin manage ter feed me- self,” Cawker—"On ac- count of the mileage.” PuILANTHROPIsT—" Poor fellow! you say your wife never comes to see you? That makes my blood boil. Prisoner—"‘And it would make my blood freeze if she did, lady, I'm in here fer wife-murder, yer know.” comicbooks.com