Judge — September 15, 1900 — page 7: what you’re looking at

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GRASPED THE OPPOR- TUNITY. WE LYNCHED a niggah heah last night, sub," re- marked the prominent citizen of the southern village. “He was a suspi- cious-lookin’ wretch, and gad, suh! “Sia” will be pleased to answer any questions relating to the |! believe oe ptead ome ae welfare of our readers. Write on the edge of the paper only, and t00 Soon. Theres no tellin’ what limit queries to 500,000 words. Lay your troubles at her feet. such a brute might do.” Readers will all be answered in their turn, 8. H. What!" exclaimed the travel- wats a er from the north ; “ you don’t mean iss Mopkins Deat Sis—The man who lives next door to me played mea that you hung a man before he had very mean trick and I want to get square on him. Won't you, in committed any crime? your kindness. suggest some method? Thanking you in advance, “Huh, suh! to do otherwise Viremain as ever yours, Ru Evaned, would be like lockin’ youah bahn aftah the hoss had been stolen, sub.” HER WEAKNESS. Mrs. Hoon— Mrs. Gabbleton talks a great deal, but never seems to say anything worth listening to.” Alr, Hoon—" Yes; the trouble with her is that she can't persuade TELESCOPIC DIAGNOSIS. i Dr. ApjuTant—"* Um! Yes, it's undoubtedly her tongue and her brains to col- giohtheria, Mr. Giraffe. There's quite a pronounced laborate. inflamed patch about twenty feet down.” Hello! What's that you are wearing?” Miss Binpie—" It's a badge. I've joined the Audubon society, you know.” ANOTHER FANCY SHATTERED, Mrs, New.ywep (cf the shore—" Oh, mother! Harold writes that he is wearing my F photograph next his heart; that he takes it out und kisses it every five minutes ; that "— But if you are awfully sore on him why not induce him to join Hex motiex—" Humph! He must be going around in his undershirt, then, or else a golf-ciub? he must be lying.” b comicbooks.com