Judge — July 13, 1901 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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THE . CUSSEDNESS OF GRASS, TRY as hard as I can ly every method known, But alack and alas! I can't kill the grass ‘That pops through the road of stone, And even as hard I strive At twilight and at dawn, Tut alack and alas! T can make no grass Grow out on the old front lawn, TURF TALK. Wango "Do you think there is anything in playing the races?" Gowan—* Not unless you can work them some SMALL L x Acnes—'* Did Ferdy Newbroker come out ahead in that wheat deal 2” Marotn—"* Oh, ‘way ahead! He won nearly five hundred dollars and lost nothing but his mind.” A SQ’ Tur ree lear out of my back yard! I don't care to associate with plebeians.”* THe m6 1 yourself down, Paggsy. I've got just as much of an aristocratic kink in my tail as you have. IMU i HARDWARE Derroy|| my ‘hye wear ‘em in the garden er not.” 8 A PROMISING UNPARDONABLE. Friend—"“What made the boss discharge you? Drugeclerk— When 1 cleaned the window I put ina new sheet of fly- paper and threw away the old one with all the dead flies on it.” SOME SATISFAC- TION. First British officer —"lIv’s a pity that chap De Wet is such a beastly, unintelligent brute, don- cherknow, or we might capture “im.” Second British officer —" Ya-as; but ’e’s no sol- dier, dopcherknow.” FIELD. ant some of them hose thet yer advertisin’ so cheap.” Mrs. Isaacstrin—" Der shtreets of heaven flow mit milk unt rden-hose 2” honey. Shacob.” Il, I don't know ‘s it’s enny of your bizness whether I Lirtie Jakry—"‘Ach! how T should like to go dere next summer unt sell fly-screens on commission !" comicbooks.com