Judge — October 6, 1900 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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

«MUA 1 wv Jounnie Bretir—'t Yes, Willie. you can have a bite, it don’t take all.” AGUINALDO. THEY say he is a Washington, He's more to all intents ; For put him on a two-cent stamp He'd look like thirty cents. HIS BENEFICENT WAY. City nephew —" What do you think of Doctor Pillsbury as a physician ?” Farmer Hayroob —" Satest doctor anywhere in this part of the county —nearly always off fishin’ when he’s wanted.” COLOR-BLINDNESS. Nice old lady copy of the Eventi —" Dear, deat talk so much about the yellow journals; do you know, this looks pink to me.” DO oe AK A PERFECT DEFENSE. Bitton AN AUTUMN NOTE. MONG the stacks of corn ‘The pumpkin richly glows ; The bullock winds his horn, The cider sweetly flows. Nothing but de young lady’s face, yer honor. The squirrel skims the rail, ‘The burnished chestnut falls, And down the dreamy dale ‘The bob-white blithely calls. And souneasy lies The head, though round or flat, That as the red leaf flies Wears summer's big straw-hat, AT HER TONGUE’S END. Norma —“\ suppose you are getting to be quite a literary woman — belonging to clubs?” lyn —* Oh, yes; I have all the noted authors at my tongue’s end, I'm to write a paper for next week on ‘Char- lotte Bronté ‘you know that is Jane Eyre’s masterpiece.” three * You are charged with trying to kiss that young lady. Have you any defense to offer 2” I deny de akkerzation and offer dat face as evidence.” =e mh wotice | A FINE ROAD. Tox Wier.er—" That road yo down is a fine road for scorching, isn’t it?" Jack ScorcER—" Yes ; five dollars fine.” A STARTLING QUERY. BRIDGET had left Mrs, Clark’s service for some months, and that lady had quite lost sight of her, when one day she went to call on the Gilberts and Bridget opened the door. “How do you do, Bridget?” said Mrs. Clark in surprise. “I didn’t know you were living here.” . “Oh, yes, mam, Clark an’ Mis: “ They ar you, Bridget.” An’ how's Mrs, Brown, next dour to ye, mam?” “Mrs. Brown!” said Mrs, Clark, dropping her voice, “She died last Thursday.” An’ how's Mr. Bessie an’ Mr. Bob?” all quite well, thank 0 mother was tellin’ me,” replied Bridget, unabashed. REGGIE'S VIEW. THAT autumn ’s sad and gloomy Is'not a secret deep When school is wide awake and Vacation 's fast asleep. ROUGH ON THE COFFEE-POT. Axoruine. (reading}—""A woman beats her husband insensible wid a coffee-pot ! Penetore —"* Perfect shameful. W'ot does she s'pose stove-lifters an’ rollin’-pins is for? The extravagart creature !"” Ain't dat turrible 2” Bl comicbooks.com “C, “Wha girls i hangin Press, Hor greate with A At dro oT of the him bi circles No ter, th hot sea tura B Law Wellk edges, is sot Indian