Judge — March 25, 1899 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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| FELLOW FEELING. “Life is a failure,” said the tired-looking pas- senger in a gray and far-away voice. “Man is a fraud, woman a bore, happiness a delusion, friend- ship a humbug; love is a disease, beauty is tion, marriage is a mistake, a wile is a is a nuisance; good is merely hypocrisy. evil is detection. The whole system of existence—life, morality, society, humanity, and all that—is a hollow sham. Our boasted wisdom is egotism: generosity is imbe- cility. There is nothing of any importance but money. Mone} everything; and, after all, what is everything? Nothing. Ar-r-r-r “Glad to meet you, sir,” said a lanky little man with ginger-hued whiskers, extending his hand cordially. “I have the dyspepsia pretty bad at times, myself.” A PLAIN reflection in the glass has waved back many a tempta- tion. Rewitching girl of Lifndudno, Vatradgyalais, or Cwmammagwdo, Would a love-le fely go. To your address? These names are music— Yet one precaution I must take To speak them not, when my heartache T shall confess, A REGULAR “ HONEY BOY." THE WISDOM OF AGE. Sporty Jack—"" Bah Jove, Eph! what's the mattah, with you?” 3 . . 5 ‘ So eden (once a ave met the encay)—"* What's the matter with me? A MAN may be likened unto a window—he is not so easily seen Oh, I'm fixed up regardless.” through after the frost comes upon him. NOT TILL AFTER LENT, May—"' Oh, Ethel! sing that beautiful song, * When again we meet.” Eritei—"T can't. I mustn't use meat in any form till after Lent. All T can play now are the scales.” comicbooks.com