Judge — April 15, 1899 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Muage HOW SHE SAVED HIM. THE city of Denver lives a lady who is a professional nurse. Her forte is the care of patients with three special dis- eases, viz., small-pox, diphtheria and pneumonia; and of these she has never lost a patient. She is naturally very proud of this distinction and of the standing which it gives her with the physicians. Not long since a gentleman was placed in her care who had been suddenly and violently seized with pneumonia: When the hospital physician made his visit, about ten o'clock at night, he said,“ Miss D., Iam afraid you are about to lose your patient. He cannot live through the night.” An hour or two later, sure enough, the patient closed his mouth and refused the medicine. Miss D. insisted, and Ke shook his head, whispering, “No use.” This alarmed his nurse, who stood over him and cried out. Here, sir! open your mouth and take this medicine. If you die I'll kill you.” It is pleasant to be able to say that Miss D.’s “bull” set the patient into a paroxysm of laughing which was the means of his recovery. HOW IT IMPRESSED HIM. . “wow! Hold on there!" shouted Bennie, who was taking a shock from an electric battery.“ My fingers can’t breathe.” AN ASSURED FACT. Mr, Mover —"Ouch! Wow! Blankety blank the blankety blank "— Mrs. Mover (indignanti))—"*My father never swore in my presence in his life, Mr. Mover (as indignunt)—" Then your father never burned his hand on a red-hot iron in your presence in his life.” SALTING THE BABY. LADY in Chicago, a few days ago, was giving a tiny baby its bath, afterward using powder from - a perforated box. The little broth- er standing by said “Sa Te; aren't you go- ing to salt the baby any more?” DOMESTIC ECONOMY. Mrs, Mulligan—* The grocer charged me thirty cints a pound fer this mate.” = “AMulligan—" Bedad! an’ thot's A ORiRET eScoN too high. A 'mon wud hov to ate ScHoouMasteR FiNNy—" There, my dear pupils; see what that naughty fish gets for playing hook-ey away from half a dozen pounds in order to it cour school." his money's worth.” \ uf ti ~ ee mi : A RUSTIC BIT OF LIFE As the good old lady sat peeling the onions she told! of the time when there was naught to eat but food in the house, Involuntarily the tears sprang from her old orbs, and ere she had finished peeling her onions there was not a dry eye in the house. comicbooks.com