Judge, 1899-04-22 · page 5 of 18
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HOW IT LOOKED. Recoy—" What do you think of our acquisition of Porto Rien. Hawaii and the Philippines ?* Epiru —" Why, it looks to me as if Uncle Sam was * plunging ou the races.” MR. MCGARVEY AS AN ACTOR. ITS mesilf thot niver fit so rale and in didly earnest intoirely as last Widnesday noight, whin Oi takes part in a theatrickle show up in Murphy's parlor.” What Oi done it for Oi dunno. daughter tases and Oi consints, thot's all. i wor a cruel par- and Oi'll not be havin’ ent in the pace, and Oi = 2 more av it.” wor kickin’ mesiff all = e This wor the only durin’ the avenin’ for be- CM =f) thing in the pace, Mur- in’ so koind as to do it. % 2 fin Wh ALE phy tills me, thot wor Mlen Murphy comes : XS es 4 Hd ath bitter than yer can git in and throws hersilf on " » at the riglar theayter me nick. Oi hov a boil. ata x Sa g = for half a dollar.“ Vex saved the play,” says > 2 he. “Thot ain't me Ba > we ~Or'm moighty glad cue,” she whispers, - = > ee — yez lorked it,” O1, “Tis not,” says Oi; ‘ ce —~wrragee PEG blushin’ modistly wid “tis me boil,” says Oi, Zip = the same blush Oi've Thin Oi thinks av 5 oe been carryin’ on me me part, = - hey nose for twinty years. "Girl, Oi. yez ~ And thin we fills pain me beyond ixprission ‘A GALA-DAY IN THE SOUTH. up our pipes, and Mur- —and thot’s no loie.” says Oi. “False, un- Hi there. colonel! What's up—circus in town?” phy chuckles whoile Oi smokes in solemn natural choild! |G Niver darken me CoLonet. Jurxp—"* No. sah; lynchin’.” soilence. DAVID HH TanMAnG®, door agin ** her!” she shrieks, throwiy’ up her arms agin. yT" says Oi, oight,” says she wid her whisperer. Mlen asks me and me Fis roight,” says Oi, “Oi won't hov yez imbracin’ me boil sayin’ things behoind me back alriddy thot makes me wroithe wid anguish, — A YARD OF BLOSSOMS.—( With apologies to the Ladies’ Home Journal) comicbooks.com