Judge — October 7, 1899 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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

Sidge HEARD DOWN THE q ve 3 DUMB- WAITER SHAFT. ( pea #8] T'S no use, mother; I won't be shut up like a prisoner any longer. If I want to go to |} the ball with Johnny I'll go— there "—— “Now, Mr. Agent, I ain't quite ready for ye this marnin’, If ye could make it convanient to call" — “ Jimmy, you just stop play- ing with them dagoes or I'll take yer and" “Gits a thousand dollars in- surance on his life, and marries a sprig of a boy next day. Of HE WAS “DEAD ON.” all the "— Son —*' Mother, aren't you afraid of catching cold walk- “Offsh’r, don’t you ‘shalt ing in this damp grass with your slipper off 7" me. I'm spec‘able married wo- man, shee" “Father, I saw her in McCarren’s dive with a crowd of thieves. She just looked at him| and went white as death, Next day she was in the morgue "— “ Shure, Mrs. Mulligan, it's a happy woman ye ought to be wid yer child Nellie, as I allers said was as pretty and trim a girl as one would meet in a day's walk, a-marryin’ the assembly- | INN-KEEPER—"* Ye saints, have pity on a poor man. There goeth another flag-stone.” you to dispossess me. Be off, now, or I'll "—— “Jimmie, | loves yer, Jimmie; say but der word and I'll shake der gang and break Loorey's jaw and "—— “ P'leece! p'leece! He's a-murderin’' me! My own ‘usband “—— “Sent him to the corner to get a pitcher of beer, and s'help me before he got back if he'd left as much as would feed a butterfly, and ‘im only six years old. Sure dat boy will grow up to be the pride of his mother’s heart yet “—— “Ab, officer,’ said Doolan, ‘yer needn't talk about ‘restin’ a dacent married woman just because she’s takin’ a little dhrop. When is the ward man ‘coming round for the rake-off on thim policy-shops down the street, and’ "—— ‘SAQUI SMITH, IN 1910. ACCOMMODATING. Tie a sf THE FLAMINGO (acting as-second )—* Don't you worry, old man ; the distance is only twenty paces, je neighbor’ s boy—~ Pa wants your auto, but my legs are long enough to put you both out of range.” man. And everyone says as Mr. Croker will put him in congress next election, praise the Lord! Here's your very good health, Mrs. Mulligan, and may the"— “Oh, yes; there was a peach of a row at Joe Foggarty’s chris- tening party. They settled to call de kid Mike, after his grand- father, when that young dude that walks out with Riley's gal said he thought that Algernon would be a nicer name. Den de crowd began to paste him with everything in sight — jumped on him... Mamie Riley she swats Foggarty one on de jaw and fol- lers it with de ice-pitcher. Then two or three more on the outside takes a hand, and the p'leece come in and "—— “ Wot, not more than fifty cents on that new silk gown that T bought only last December for a the association ball? Mr. Hoc- : ae heimer, it's robbery. It’s "—— REALIZED HIS ERROR. “ Dispossess me, will yer? Parson Drowsy. sorry yo" were not at church yesterday to hear mah sermon, Brother Bullhedd.” ‘ Brotner Buitiop am T, parson! I got chawed by skeeters, bit by a snake, rheumatiz in mah back, sprained Tell take more than der loikes of mah leg getting over a fence, and didn't eateh'a Gsh I'd a darn sight sooser gose to church and beard de sermoa.t comicbooks.com