Judge — August 31, 1901 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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ABOU BEN ADAMS (may his tribe increase) ‘Awoke one night and shouted out ** Police !* F 4 \ For, calmly sitting at his writing-desk, Q He saw a vision of a form grotesque. ) La = Hush !” said the vision, nodding its weird head. = F) Ben Adams shivered till he shook the bed ; = His front teeth chattered and his feet grew cold ; But still, exceeding nerve male Adams bold, ‘And to the vision he said, "* What the deuce Are you about there? Chuck it, sir! Vamoose ! What are you writing?” “Sir,” replied his guest, I write the names of those correctly dressed. * * And am Lin it?’ queried Adams. “* No,” Replied the vision. Adams thundered, But ere you skip write me as one, I pray Who never wears a shitt-waist, anyway. ‘The vision wrote and fled. But after that He came again to Adams’ little flat And showed the names of men who dressed the best, ‘And lo! Ben Adams’ name led all the rest ! Se THE BOARDER'S REVENGE. . fp hb San ___ For Shampooing TWAS many years since Charlie Tape- | hour and a half Tapemeasure and his but- measure had left Mrs. Skimp’s boarding: | ler plied the guest with the wonders of culi- At this season of travel and of out-door life, the hair house—genteel, three dollars a week; but |nary science. ‘The markets of the world ‘ even now, although he had married old |had been drawn upon to furnish this table. should be frequently washed with a pure neutral soap, to Ribbons's daughter and was a member of | It was remove the dust and cinders that collect, and to keep the the new firm of Ribbons, Tapemeasure & Mrs. Skimp will have some more of] | scalp in a healthful condition. Co., he could not think of prunes without a|the petite marmite, John.” “Don't. be or cleansing the hair and scal hi Is Williams’ shudder. afraid of the tenderloin cabaret, Mrs. ‘or cleansing the hair and scalp, nothing equals Williams That was a sweet moment when he|Skimp.” “Do you like the potato sousué,| | Shaving Soap. met on the street Mrs. Skimp, whom he had | Mrs, Skimp?" “Do allow yourself to be A small piece of the soap produces a great mass of thick, not seen since he paid up his board, and | served toanother bit of turkey, Mrs.Skimp."| | Creamy lather, which carries off ev cle of di ; there was malice in the smile with which he | “John, some of the terrapin for Mrs. Skimp.”” amy > r ery Pardee: ot, dust or.dan: invited her to dinner, |""This is excellent cranberry jelly—dy try| | druff, and leaves the hair soft, fluffy and silky. “ For old times’ sake, Mrs. Skimp—and | it, Mrs. Skimp.” “John, salade and swect- Williams’ Soap allays irritation, is cleansing and healing, in return for the kindnesses you did me." bread for Mrs. Skimp. he plum pud- 2 Mrs. Skimp. flustrated and overpow- |ding with rum sauce is our chef's own and delightfully cooling and refreshing. A shampoo with this ered, accepted. Wentign, Mea Skimp, a0 you aru ey soap is great luxury on a hot day. Try it! “The high-priced chef at the Tapemeas-| At this point Mrs, Skimp was stricken ure mansion received orders to have pre-|by apoplexy and was pronounced dead in TRIAL Tablet (sufficient for a dozen shampoos) for Qc. stamp. pared the best in his menu, He sat up all three minutes. ‘Tapemeasure, watching her, night thinking out a new consommé in his glee gave a great hurrah— Mrs. Skimp arrived. Her black dress| And woke himself up. ‘The rising-bell had been turned again, and she wore black | was ringing, and the odor of stewed prunes ‘Williams’ Shaving Soap Is exquisite for all tollet purposes. Package of 6 tablets by mail for 40c. If your dealer does not supply you. Loxnow mits. was being wafted even to the third floor) "== THE J. B. WILLIAMS CO., Glastonbury, Conn. "Stover SYDNEY The dinner was a miracle. back, where he still resided. HE REMEMBERED. By William Henry Siviter. “ HARLES AUGUST said Mrs. Well, Mrs. Gilmore !" he exclaimed as Lippincott to her husband at the|he took the visitor's hand and gave it a} breakfast-table, “1 expect Mrs. Gilmore to| hearty shake,“ how do you do? Who would spend the afternoon with me, and she will | have expected to sec you here to-day? The be here when you come shome. I wish you | last time I saw you was at that darky cake- to be polite to her, and not pretend that you | walk in Atlantic City. We had lots of fun never saw her before.” there, didn’t we? I was thinking about you | “But have I ever seen her before?”| only this afternoon, and wondering if you asked Mr, Lippincott. had forgotten us, for one usually forgets | “Well, I should think you had! Don’t|summer-resort acquaintances, don't you 7 es Lackawanna you remember the lady we became so well| think? We ought to be good friends, R ilr d acquainted with at Atlantic City in August? | though, for we had such good times to. allroad She went everywhere with us, and I'd be] gether. How we enjoyed the performance ashamed, if I were you, to have forgotten |of ‘High Life in New York’ on McMug- | her so soon.” gins'’s Pier! and I don’t think I ever had| [) vrsing toutes tthe ment “Oh, well, summer-resort acquaint-| any better champagne than we got about ances are not expected to last long, you| midnight at the Brixham, when that deli- argued Mr. Lippincott. cious little soubrette—what's her name?—! ‘ot usually; but Mrs. Gilmore and I | was doing that bewildering dance.” | took quite a fancy to each other, and we This was quite a long speech for Lip. shall keep up the acquaintance.” |pincott, but he was so determined to get “ Very well, my dear,” said Mr. Lippin- | through with it that he did not notice sun- | cott as he kissed his wife good-bye and | dry signals which his wife was making, and rushed for the street-car; I'll be polite to| the surprised look on the visitor's face did Mrs. Gilmore when I come home.” not cause him to pause until he had reached] A New Society Magazine — Satirical and Witty When Mr. Lippincott reached home | the end of his remarks, and then she said in Published Monthly that afternoon he heard voices in the parlor. |a freezing tone: Mrs. Gilmore was there, sure enough. He| “I beg your pardon, sir Out September Ist Price 10 Cents hung his hat and overcoat on the stand in} Then Mrs. Lippincott spoke. “You the hall, and then rushed into the parlor|have made a mistake, Charles Augustus, AT ALL BOOKSELLERS with his right hand extended and his coun-| This is not Mrs. Gilmore; this is Mrs. Beautifully Printed and Mlustrated tenance beaming with hospitable welcome. | Frothingham, the wife of our new rector.” | JUDGE COMPANY - - - NEW yO K comicbooks.com