Judge — April 7, 1900 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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THE WISE ROW- wow. THE dog 's asleep on tne snowdrift Out in the night's bleak cold. He snores in a vision rosy, Lost in a realm of gold. And as I look from the window The secret all I know— He's snoring beside the log-fire Reflected in the snow. RK, MUNKITTRICK. NATURALLY OP- POSED. Crawford—" Do you re- ally mean that the janitor ob- jected to the little dance you had last night?” Crabshaw—" Yes, in- Good, Is a mea: heated 2, BEFORE AND AFTER. flat and he doesn’t believe in Priscrita (a year later)—'* What have you got to say for any house-warming.” yourself, sirrah?” D7 7 mn 1, BEFORE AND AFTER. Priscttta—"* Why don’t you speak for yourself, John?” |(~W_)| not so simple as S| they were when Iwasa girl," ob- served the old f jodi “No, in- deed,” replied TH iif esl the fresh young Ke Tp thing. “ Nowa- {| alia i} days one can't 5 / p } ne, | y i" 1 tell the differ- { HAT ie nine 2aby, | | "| | ence between |/ , {|| HT : ; | TTF et i fi [qe | real hauteur and 3 ee f tight-lacing.” ~ | ig Coa) POSTSCRIPT attached to a = Philadelphia letter dated March 17th:* Happy new year.” HIGH SASSIETY IN COONTOWN. Mrs. Moonnram—' Doan’ be so bashful, "Liza. Go scrape dem fool chickens offen de piano an’ play Chopin's nocturne in Z flat fo" Mistah Jackson.” comicbooks.com