Judge — November 18, 1899 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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

A REASON FOR REMEMBERING HIM. S, you bet I remember Zimri Doublehook,” ejaculated a chin-whiskered wearer of pepper-and-salt raiment—of the kind that was so very fashionable in the palmy days of yore, when gentlemen of the old school were wont to in- dulge in the dignified pastime of pulling each other's noses —replying to the inquiry of a friend of former times whom he had chanced to meet while awaiting the coming of a dilatory train at a little cross-roads railway-station, “* Sh'u'd think I do recollect Zimri. He's dead now—happened the year after you left Allegash. “ We was ridin’ along on a load of hay that day, me an’ Zimri was, an’ he was tellin’ me the funniest—haw, haw !—story I have ever heered in all my life; ‘bout a presidin’ elder that was kinder tar-and-feathered for some- thing or other—I forgit what—an’ run wild for quite a spell, an’ was considerably shot by a near-sighted sports- man, who mistook him for a cassowary or something of the kind, an’ was afterwards captured by a couple of enterprisin’ scoundrels an’ exhibited around at the county fairs, in his feathers an’ wretchedness, as the only human chanti- cleer, half man an’ half—haw, haw !— rooster, ever in captivity, an’ I don't know what else, for poor Zimri never got through with the yarn. “We were both so busy enjoyin’ the story, him a-tellin’ an’ me a-listenin’, that we didn’t notice that the horses had turned out of the road. to the focus, Just as he was gittin’ close you might call it, of the story the wagon turned ker-whop over into a deep ditch by the side of the road. Zimri, he flew off in the air with the last part of the HOW WOMEN LOVE ONE ANOTHER. * Where yer goin’, Maggie?” ‘in’ to de butcher's fer five cents’ wort’ uv liver.” ! yer goin’ ter have company fer dinner. ain't yer?” . syicsy sTankhws ORMANEY JUDGE'S WORLD'S FAIR. No, XXXI.—NINETTE OF NORMANDIF, Ninevte, I hear the singing Ot vesyer melody: i. The chimes of Normandie. Ninette, across wide oceans ‘Thy phantom grace I see: y This eve are thine, cherie! HUMAN NATURE. wife makes the poor fellow’s life a burden com- plaining because she has to work so hard.” “ Why doesn’t Jigby turn in and help her?” “ He does want to, but she won't let him.” story right on his tongue’s end an’ lit on the tines of his pitch- fork an’ fatally implicated him- self{—so to describe it. He never spoke after that, an’ although 1 have tried ever since to find out what the rest of that yarn was | have never yet run across an body who knew it, No, sire: L ain't forgot poor Zimri yet.” rou », woraan, THE KING, HE WHO mourns not yesterday And fears not for to-morrow, He is lord of happiness, He is king of sorrow, ACCOUNTED FOR. 6 *SALTBY'S yacht was beat- en, eh?” “Yep. Sideboard got in its work ahead of the centre-board.”” NOT BUILT THAT Way. Tue, owt —"* From your general appearance I imagine that once you have gone into a thing you very rarely back out.” comicbooks.com