Judge — January 28, 1899 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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ludge SOME SCRIPTURAL POINTS, x HE religious editor was busy at his desk when the horse editor of a New York newspaper came in very meekly and asked if he could take a look for a few minutes at the office bible. The religious editor showed some surprise, but nodded affirmative- ly toward the book-case, and the horse editor proceeded to ° search for what he wanted. Five minutes. of effort resulted in no discovery, and the horse editor asked for relief. “On that top shelf,” suggested the religious editor; “ over at the far end.” * Oh!" exclaimed the horse editor, taking down the small- est book in the lot. “I always. thought the bible was a big book.” Visions of his youth and the. great family bible with the gilt letters on the cov- OLD SOL TO THE RESCUE: oR, WHY Gro. © /¥ing on the centre~ GAN'S CONTRACT FOR KEMOVING THE table in the parlor. SNOW WAS A PAYING ONE. swept before the fancy of the religious editor, but he only smiled sig- nificantly and did not dwell upon the fact. “What do you want with it?” he in- quired kindly, noting that the horse editor handled the book pret- ty much as a bachelor might handle a baby, “1 want to find the book of Obadiah.” “What for?” And the religious editor took : THE VERY IDEA. A GENTLE HINT. x THE suPrLICANT—"* Please, sir, would yer help a poor beggar?” : THe SWELL (Indignanti)—" Do I look like the sort of a person It IS just as well not to . who would help beg?” command a child to do anything unless you feel tolerably sure that your request will meet with its approval, the volume and turned to the place promptly, to the evident adl- miration of the horse editor. “ Read the tenth verse of the third chapter, please,” said the : horse editor, showing his perfect reliance on the religious editor : : H ; “T can't,” responded the religious editor with a laugh THE EXCEPTION. \ \ “There is only one chapte The horse editor gasped spasmodically and reached for the book. Mrs. Hinkey—"\ wonder if all. ministers sons turn out to be worth- ‘ “ Well, blank that blank rough rider!" he said as he gazed less?” intently upon the one-chaptered Obadiah. He bet me the din- Hinkey—"Oh, no. ners for four lieutenants and a chaplain that he could quote the Some ministers have no . tenth verse of the third chapter of sons,” Obadiah without a mistake; and A GREAT TRUTH. a when I took him up and he fired a WEALTH consists of the number of things one is a wrersg Lat meas easy{a2aybeg/ of willing to get along without. . nails, and the chaplain clapped his hands and said he really didn’t think he knew the scriptures so well, | never said a word, because, by thunder! I didn’t want to be the only one in the crowd, and all of them from the wild and woolly, that didn’t know the bible when the book was open, so I paid for seven high- priced dinners; that’s all. By cripes!” he snorted, “I guess 1 ought to have gone to a theological seminary, instead of to a veterinary college, to learn my business.” And he went back to his own stall and pawed restively for two hours. Ww. J LAMFTON, STICKING TO IT. ROSPERITY rests on the coun- try, but yet The silverite still must wail ; A LEAF FROM AN EXPLORER'S SKETCH- The crops are a failure this year for BOOK. sure, Native of Boojiji milking the cocoanut. For didn’t they fail to fail? comicbooks.com