Judge — July 8, 1899 — page 8: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

HOW A COON WAS SMOKED OUT ON DEWEY Day. dar. THEIR FOURTH. Huspanp— Heavens! what a racket our baby, Dewey Wirr—" Well, John, he is our glorious fourth, you kno THE HOUSE FOR DEWEY. HEN, crowned with a victor's glory, ‘The hand can be safely trusted Dewey comes home from sea, To steer the ship of state ‘What to the nation’s hero ‘That sent the enemy's squadron Shall the gift of the nation be? So soon to a watery fate. None but the highest honor ‘The heart of an old sea-viking For Dewey, the tried and trae— Within him lives anew— Dewey, the bravest sailér Dewey, the bravest sailor That ever wore the blue. ‘That ever wore the blue, 2, Mose—"'Tote me more er dat ‘ar kindlin’-wood, *Rastus. We done gwine smoke um out.” Weary and worn with battle Laden with captured banners, And the tedious voyage west, His vessel rides the foam. Where shall the great commander Open the white-house portals At the end of his journey rest? And bid him welcome home, Open the white-house portals Never a house less famous And lead the hero through— ‘Than the nation’s own will do Dewey, the bravest sailor For Dewey, the bravest sailor That ever wore the blue. ‘That ever wore the blue. DINNA TYING, WHERE THE STRUGGLE BEGINS. Sniff —" The more | study existing conditions the more I become convinced that Pitts- burg is destined to play a very important part in the future history of our country.” Pecksniff "Ves; in some respects it is our leading industrial centre." Sniff—" Yes; but as near as I can make out it is the place where the city limits of New York and Chicago will meet within the next half-century. THE PATRIOTIC GIRL. A VICTIM. IIIS season she’s more than transcendent, FY EIS minus a piece of his arm, 8. Mose (from inside)—"* Whaffor yo" jammin’ yo'r fad- Poor man can do nothing but woo. der up in de tree liken dat, yo’ brack “Rastus? Won't I lam yo’, dough, when I come out?” For the surgeon found out he must dock it. On the Fourth she comes out quite resplendent Though he tried to keep out of all harm, In her shirt-waist of red, white and blue. He lit the wrong end of the rocket. PARTICULAR, She —" Why don’t you tell me? Can't you take me into your confidence?” He—"Yes; but 1 don't care to take all of your friends.” THE BAD BOY, AETHOUGIE of course ‘twould be a fib To say he doesn't like the rocket, Me much prefers to take a squib And drop it slyly in your pocket. 4, Tue near—''I think, myself, there is a coon in there.” 5. And, sure enough, there was. comicbooks.com