Judge — June 10, 1899 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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EMININE SECRETS. Merritt —" That's the kind of bathing-suit I like to see. There's a modest girl for you.” Cora—" It isn’t mod- esty with her — it's a mole.” SAW HIS MISTAKE. 2S," remarked the sultan of Turkey, “Tconcluded to pay those American demands for in- demnity.” “And 1 think that was right,” replied the grand vizier.“ We were, in fact, respon- sible for the damages.” ~ Yes, it was right to pay America, I had a long talk on the matter with the Spanish minister to our court.” ENOUGH SAID. Giles —" How was it your vacation THE DIFFERE. tasted only one day? Agtisr—" The hanging committee of the art exhibition gave that painting ‘special mention *” Cotone De Garry —" | went to the races.” PRETTY STRAIGHT INSINUATIONS Jus Jackson Don't yo" go to throwin’ out no hints dat I’s a professional gambler.” Jor Jounson —** Yo's throwin’ dem out yosaif! When a man throws out five aces ebery time he shakes, dat’s hints enough t6 suit anybody " 7 2 | i 1, {, + ot SURVEYING THE PROFESSOR GazeR (the astronomer)—" Don’t wait up for me, dear. T expect to survey the heavenly bodies to-night.” IIEAVENLY BODIES. TOCKRAISER (of Arizona) —"* Wa-al, | know what the hanging committee of Frozen Dog would give me if I bought it—it would be a *special mention’ in the obituary column,” HER SAILOR HAT. HER sailor at, her sailor hat ! My poor old heart goes pit-a- pat Whene’er I see her i For be it white, blue, red or cream, The sailor reigns, it is supreme, Who ever did begin it. ‘The crown so high, the crown so low, Or only just a medium-so, Iswhat Dame Fash declares it; But for its beauty it depends, Crown, brim and wing, or ribbon ends, Upon the girl who wears it. owe 1. jonas, A TIGHT FIT. De Garry—"\ wonder why Dolly borrowed my shoe-horn?” Merritt —"\ fancy that's the only way she could get into that bathing-suit of hers.” SYMPATHY. Beth (thoughtfully regard- ing a spider's web) —“ Poor thing! how awfully bad it’s got its thread snarled up.” And, true to his word, he might have been found in the bald-headed row at the opera that night, doing the surveying. comicbooks.com