Judge — January 21, 1899 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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January fourth —I don't care whether she does or not. January fifth — To-day it snowed. January sixth —To-day it didn’t. January seventh — Darn a diary, anyhow! om P. moncan. PROOF POSITIVE, YOU'LL find lots of money in poker, Even when the game is square, I assure you, and I'm no joker, For all of my money is there. OUTSIDE AND IN. Willie (having taken a bite of a fair but very bitter apple)— Gracious ! what an awfully nice bad apple that is.” meat A FABLE, oe tress mai¢ biey yout her liars, Hr—* There's the only girl I ever loved, an’ I dassent go near her ‘cause she’s gittin’ the measles.”” LITTLE JOHNNY’S DIARY. JANUARY FIRST—This is my new diary. Ain't it a beaut? And, say, I'm goin’ to keep it faithful all this year, so’s that when I grow up to be a man I can look over it and understand just how a boy feels, and mebby then I won't want to lick my son as much as pa licks me now. I have swore off all my bad habits to-day, and when I am aman I expect to be a minister, or at least a deacon, Willie Smith is my best friend; we have swore to be true to each other till death. Jenny Flitters is my sweetheart, and she has got red cheeks and all kinds of dark eyes. My pen is poor and my ink is pale, but my love for her will never fale. A generous kitten, who was not a hog. January second—Bill Smith took Jen Flitters home from Harry Raddles’s party last Once shared her cream-bowl with a hungry dog. night, and I heard her call him “ Mister" Smith and say I wasn’t nothin’ but a green boy, There is goin’ to be a fight the first time I ketch “ Mister" Smith. January third—Me and Bill Smith fought to-day. One of us got licked. When I grow up I am goin’ to be a pirate and wash my hands in goar. I wonder when I am hung if Jen Flitters will come to gloat over me? At first they shared the cream ; but soon the cur Pushed out the kitten, caring naught for her. Next, unabashed, he stared her in the face And growled, ** Get out of here ; I own this place !* MORAL. = Kitten, you're like a little helpless nation THOSE FRENCH BILLS-OF-FARE. That peeiey some greater power a coaling-station, Custommr— This is awful! I've ordered three different dishes, and they are And then awakes to find that in a minute all potatoes.” He's become boss and you are nowhere in it, a | en comicbooks.com