Judge — September 17, 1898 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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186 wage THE GENTLENESS OF BRUTALITY. MANY th’ true ing ‘s a loie. Tim Foley comes up th’ shtrate one day wid black oyes all over him, an’ th’ neighbors says, “ Foley 's been foightin’ agin,” which he had thot same ; only Oi'm tinkin’ from th’ looks av him thot th’ other felly ‘d been doin’ th’ most av it. Whin Oi gets a chance Oi goes over t’ Tim's an’ he tills me av it, an’ Oi goes home wishin’ Oi'd a son thot would get inty th’ same koind av a disgraceful row as thot. "Twor this way: Tim wor jugglin’ trunks at th’ railroad- station, A train wor about tearin’ itself loose for th’ wist, an’ th’ bustle an’ commotion wor thot thick yez could say it through a brick wall, whin up comes a slip av a girl thot wor all blue oyes an’ calico driss, thot froightened she didn’t know whither she wor walkinton her ligs or whither she'd forgot an’ lift thim at home in bid. She had a trunk thot wor liable t' slip through a knot-hole, an’ she wor kapin’ her oyes on it, for ‘twor a great dale av valyble stuff there wor in it, bein’ all she had in th’ world, RETRIBUTION. ies Pete —"* Whiad de mattah wid mah face? Well, in de fust place she Ah carved Jim Jonsing wid mah razzer last night.” hs *RastUs—""An' he got back at yo’ ?" i Per ndirec'ly. Yo" see, Ab tried toe shabe wid dat same razzer Pr ‘dis mornin te spurted inty Tim's face, an’ Tim wor not big enough, though he puts up anoice foight. Thin a cop—which wor Dinnis Gilligan, a man wid kids av his own—stips up an’ pulls thim from t’gither, an’ th’ last call for th’ train is yilled, an’ they gits th’ girl wid her trunk on board an’ th’ di'mond- trimmed slugger gits on too wid his nose blaidin’ an’ one oye black, an’'—— jakers, th* nixt mornin’ out comes th’ paper wid a pace tillin’ av it, an’ callin’ it th’ brutal attack ava baggageman on a gintleman, which wor true only ‘twor false, an’ Tim gits pulled up before th’-super, an’.whin he tills his story th’ super says, “ Whoy,” says he, “ wor thot th’ way av it?” Thin he chokes on a bit av toothpick he wor atin’. Niver moind,” says he ; * Oi foind yez innocent av th’ charge yez be guilty av,” says he.“ Now, gwan wid yez an’ don’t lit it happen agin.” DAVID H. TALMADGR, UNAPPRECIATED NOBILITY. 6 6]N OUR war with America,” said the dignified don, “ Spain presented a an example of modesty, fairness and humanity. : aa “That is true,” replied the great grandee. “ Recognizing the fact LEARNING THE FOREIGN CODE. that her present financial condition would not permit her to do justice, PARK-oFFicER—"* Here! what are you loafing around this obelisk for?” {rom a cuisine standpoint, to prisoners of war, she nobly and generously CUNNING CONNELY (twith dignity)—"" Lam contemplating an extended tour ; ; f F3 through the orient, end [ wish to learn which of those marks stands for “bull. efrained from taking any considerable number. dog" and which for * kind lady, plenty of grub.'” She told Tim she wor goin’ out t’ lowa t’ visit her mother, who wor aither did or dyin’, O'm forgettin’ which, an’ Tim smoiled at her wid his koind face, an’ she saimed t’ take heart. Thin av a sudden up comes a felly wid a dimond in his shirt an’ a ruby on th’ ind av his nose. He wor blusterin’ an’ important. Th’ shoes av him wor patint- lither, an’ Oi'm thinkin’ th’ heart av him wor th’ same, He swore a bit an’ acted loike a rale gintle- man in other ways, callin’ Tim a lazy divil an’ tillin’ th’ girl ¢* get out av his way wid a good stiff punch av th’ ilbow. There wor a grip layin’ there, an’ th’ little one wint over < Fe it in a hape. Tim's taith shut EQUAL TO THE OCCASION. Ugither wid a click an’ his roight Marin ANTOINETTR Munpity (disdain/ully)—"* Do yer tink fer a moment, Sagasta Sullivan, dat T would t'row meself arm shot out. Blood spurted ¥ay.0n you fe eee ‘ * xo ore ee . from th’ nose av th’ felly wid th’ SAaGAstA SULLIVAN —"' No. Marie, Ido not. I t'ink yer know de health laws too well to risk t'rowin’ rubbish any- ¥ 0 e 3 " wheres ‘cept in ash-bartels or public dumps, an’ I’m glad ter see yer so well acquainted wid de street-cleanin’ ordinances at di'mond. Thin both av his fists dar,” | comicbooks.com