Judge — March 24, 1900 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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186 udge The old woman, after assuring herself that there was no danger of her pipe going out, answered, “Well, stranger, we jist ain't goin’ nowhars to- night, but in the mornin’ we reckons to start on our journey back to Alabam.” “ Where are you from now ?” “We come from Texas “ What part of Tex: madam ?” “Oh, from pretty much all over it.” “Did you not find Texas healthy?” contin- ued her questioner. “Oh, yes. Some places was and some A SHELL-GAME * Join us in a few hands of poker, old man?” MARCH EIGHT: * It wus a great day, shure !” NTH, ‘Yom Turtir- Sh places wasn't.” *Rastus Raccoon—"'No, thanks. I wuz in a shell-game once before.” * Shure, an’ it wu * Was the w: Fa * Oi got droonk the sixteenth an’ niver woke up till it Was the water good ? ie wus over! But it wor foine.” * We found plenty of good water and lots of bad water out thar, ** Oi got a soak airly in ther marnin’ an’ niver come to “ Did you find the climate good ?” till the nixt day !" ** A foine day !" “ Well, yes, pretty fair sometimes, and sometimes it wasn’t.” ** Shure, an’ it wus!” “ How was the soil ?” “Well, stranger, some of the land is mighty good and some of the sile is mighty pore, I kin tell you.” “Lam surprised, madam,” said the gentleman, “ that as you say you found the climate good, good water, good health and good soil, you could agree to move back to the old, red, worn-out hills of Alabama again. Why did you not stay in Texas?” “Well, stranger,” replied the old dame, “I'll tell you why. It was the society that I objected to. They wasn't refined enough for me.” At that moment she spied a dog nosing about among the kitchen vessels and called out to her son, “Look thar, Sam, at that thar infernal, lousy, skin-back dog a-lick- in’ out them pots. Throw a brick at the cuss and run him out. Yes, stranger, them folks don’t know a darned thing ‘bout bein’ refined.” The next morning they went on their way back to the refinements of “old Alabamer.” JR. MURPHY, TEXAS REFINEMENT. OUISIANA folks are fond of ¢ / g t \ telling this story about their neighbor state, Alabama. 4 / Just after the war of secession Mig >, ( ~ } there lined up in Texas street, then [3 about the only et of note in Shreveport, Louisiana, a prairie- schooner wagon loaded to the can- vas-roof with odds and ends of household goods of primitive make and patern, Two big, overgrown boys, a blowsy-headed girl and an old woman of fifty years were in charge. While the boys were re- moving the pots, kettles and pans, preparatory to fixing camp for the night, and the old woman sat with feet dangling over the front of the wagon-bed, smoking plug- tobacco from a black, stubby-stemmed pipe, one of those genial old gentlemen common to country towns and vil- lages approached the wagon and in- quired where they were going. P F O-fe--Y—| 2. UNCLE ZEKE’S DREAM, comicbooks.com