Judge, 1901-07-13 · page 7 of 16
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THE-SHIRT-WAIST. HE women claim their feel- ings hurt, They're kickibg up a fuss, Because we men adopt the shirt That first they stole from us. J.J. O'ConmaLL TOOK HER AT HER WORD. Mrs, Smith — Don't you hear me ask you for a dollar?” Mr. Smith—"\ do.” Mrs, Smith— Then why do you only give me fifty cents?" Mr. Smith — Because you told me yesterday to be- lieve only half that I hear.” TOO MUCH. He—"1 will be entirely frank with you, my dear. . This afternoon I visit the A BUCK BORED. race-track, and to-night I play poker at the club.” She—" And I will be frank with you. This afternoon I go to a church-fair, and to-night I have a bridge-whist party.”” HARD FACTS. He— But don’t you know that I can’t afford it?” May—"' Do you think that engagements are made hastily ?” Neti—* Not when a girl is over thirty.” PROPOSAL IN THE PHILIPPINES, ne, AY, honey, do you sabe love, V'd pronto like to know? The reason of my question, sweet, Because I love you so. SHE, Me no sabe love you spik. What for you spik lik dat? Me tink you spik no cara me, An talka tru him hat, HE, By all that’s right and good, I swear, My heart lives only here, —I amo you—yes, that's the word— amo you, my dear. sie. You spik you amo me, soldar? Me tink you loco true; An me—me tink me poco same, Me amo same as you, MORAL, Love speaks all tongues, and thus it is, ‘ err "Mid arctic chill or tropic flame, ag DELTING HIS: BEARINGS, The little god arriveth at THe. yeaALe—'I want my photograph taken, . His destination just the same. Puorocrariter—" Yes'm, Want a likeness, or something handsome?” monewr v. cane, A MILKING IDYL. 1h} go 1 ly Ipecac of] Peat ety nos 5 4 HTT il}; puars woveur HUI i Gor | aaa cent ar meow uient wees Apoectienae HE red cow in the clover Most wildly lashed her tail, And kicked the farmer over And rolled him on the pail. HURT TAL AN EU iN: NY The farmer rose de- murely, And with a vim in- tense Annexed that cow se- curely ee Unto the picket- Then, at a safe range Z MS hel es sitting, $3 % NX y oe , \ x he, tYyj With speed he did not fail To send the rich milk flitting Into the big tin pail. His joy did not diminish, He sang triumphant songs, And milked unto a finish Old Bossy with the tongs. A HINT TO SUMMER-HOTEL PROPRIETORS. RK. MUNEITTRICE. ‘Why not add an escort bureau to your attractions if you want to make a hit? comicbooks.com