Judge — January 21, 1899 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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FEMININE, #6GO GLAD! Why, what a beautiful dress ! And a bonnet from Paris too, my dear. You're well? I see your wrinkles are less By many than when you were here last year.” EMMA FLAYTER SEABURY. A WAITER. Mrs. Bragg —“My husband served three years in the house of representatives in Washington.” Mfrs. Caustic— Indeed? 1 was unaware that dining-rooms were connected therewith.” ON THE TROLLEY. i Conductor (pointing toa sign,“ No smok- “)—" Don’t you see that sign; can’t you 4 \ Passenger (puffing away on a“ two-fer”) | —" That's all right; I'm not superstitious. I } don’t believe in signs.” a MR. MCGARVEY TOUCHES ON A F } > POPULAR SUPERSTITION. THE WORLD AGAINST HIM. j a tei | ESPONDEN LOW (mourn fully WV | 1 Peta 2 Had: BEAUTY is only skin-dape, is it? Shure, yy car etna i the Inooy f fate te tobe, Hes eee Oi'm not knowin’ about thot! Skin I've spent me last fifty cents ter commit suicide with i} JUDGE'S FAVORITES. comes whin th’ person ‘s very gas, an’ I git a room with ‘lectric lights.” { MAGGIE BURSELL. young, bot ‘tis E a ; Dat black pickaninny " 1 | From ole Virginny beauty thot Sa . ‘a i | ToQiae tauiceliic soe waits twinty \ a. } | Andi goodness! how he gree, years many 's th’ 4 : 4 toime. | Whin Oi wor a kid Oi wor thinkin’ th’ little girl thot’s now th’ old ite = | } woman settin’ by th’ windy there mindin’ th’ socks av me wor th’ worst- 5 . 1 hh lookin’ av th’ lot. Th’ beauty av her in thim days wor somethin’ froight- ‘ | ful; ‘twor frickles an’ a stub nose an’ rid hair stickin’ out behoind—noth- | in’ more. } Thin toime goes floyin’ by slow loike, an’ she’s lookin’ diffrent. HH ‘Th’ frickles fajls off one by one an’ th’ oyes av her gets daper, makin’ Hy th’ nose stick out more sharp, an’ th’ hair falls in crinkles about her } nick. An’ she’s goin’ barefooted only wid her shoes an’ stockin’s on, Hi an’ there's a ribbon at th’ throat where th’ swollies goes up an’ down so swately. An’ Oi'm lookin’ at her often, sometoimes whin th’ oyes av me do be lookin’ ilsewhere, an’ Oi’m knowin’ she’s lookin’ at mesilf wid th’ big mouth an’ th’ oyes thot looks loike floy-spicks on a rid fince. | ‘Thot wor th’ ind av th’ b’ginnin’, She wor th’ beautifullest girl in { all Oireland, an’ Oi'm niver knowin’ it till Oi looks inty her oyes, an’ : HH i in’ hot thi daper by a foot than. th’ hi 7 aaa SbaNeRr | OF seas (2 es jot thim oyes wor daper by a foot than. th’ hid HOW IT HAPPENED: | they wo ‘ne 3 5, . Mrs. Jones —'* This milk of yours looks suspiciously blue.” Skin-dape, is it? Shure, ‘tis nothin’ yez know anything about what MILKMAN —"* Ves, ma’am—but my cows was bred in old Kentucky, where the yez be talkin’ av. G'wan wid yez! pavio m, ratatance, —_- meadow grass is blue, you know.” ZERO ETCHINGS. \% THE wind is sharp and bitter 3 That's howling in the lea, Congealing all the twitter The snow-bird holds in fee. The bob-sled’s blithely booming Along the shining slope, The buckwheat pod ’s outblooming ‘The tender rose of hope. The scarecrow 's briskly slapping His riblets on the hill, The duck is flipping, flapping And sliding on the rill. The farmer makes some scathing Remarks which, by your leave, I won't repeat, while swathing In heavy wraps the beeve ; For now with joy he 's wheezing, “* T have discovered how To keep the milk from freezing Within the patient cow!" RM, MONKIT TRICK, PROBABLE, Edith —“The mill will never: SAVED BY AN ICICLE—A BEAR STORY. “ ‘ ‘Wismexinoinmesor ' turn with the water that is past. and the old man hain't got a supe fight with, (4 —Well, I lost mewhiskers, but I-reckon I saved me life.” What does that mean, Davie?” thought strikes him. — Davie—“ Windmill, I guess.” _ comicbooks.com