Judge — October 12, 1901 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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n youd? drink, drink 7, <<ak WR \ iMbIe ” “A cheerful glass, a pretty lass, A friend sincere and true ; Blooming health, good store of wealth, Attend on me and you,” Green Label. LERS. Freeniims Whad’s de mattah 2” W’y, me an’ Jim foun’ dis chicking, an’ we wuz shakin’ dice fo" him, an’ jes’ as I t'rowed de blamed rooster et de dice.” The “ZIM” Collection OF ORIGINAL WATER-COLOR REPRODUCTIONS OF SKETCHES BY « ZIM.” Price, $3.00 per Set of Eight Pictures. n’ has been characterized as the Mark Twain of picturedom. His figures, while always broadly comic and sometimes grotesquely exaggerated, are nevertheless truly artistic caricatures of actual types, selected with fine humorous discrimination. The pictures in this collection were done specially for it, and have never been published in any other form, The elaborate color-work, reproduced in fac-simile by the famous French process, shows ‘Zim’ in several of his happiest moods, Each individual figure of the set brings brightness and color to the wall, wherever it may be hung. The edition is limited to 2,000 sets. The collection consists of eight of the very best examples of Mr. Zimmerman's work, repro- duced in six colors by the original process, all handsomely mounted ready for immediate fram- ing. The size of each picture, exclusive of the mounting, is 11 x t4 inches. purposes they cannot be surpassed. The price of the Zim” collection is $3.00 per set of eight pictures, or the pictures can be obtained singly at so cents each, JUDGE COMPANY, ll0 Fifth Ave., Fo. decorative New York. —| tryin’ to swim. WEE! Americano! b-2-2-2! Him say him owtobeel. No sabe him—not understand Him move him grande wheel. Him spik lik chew-chew ingin, Him vamoose mucha quick. Me scared all same infirma— All same lik vera sick, ++] FIND it pretty hard work,” I said as I stepped out of the flat-bottomed boat, “to row this thing along, although it is not very heavy.” “It ain't the boat,” replied the owner, | from whom I had hired it; “it is the water what makes it. You see, some water ‘s thicker ‘n others, an’ the thicker it is the harder it is to pull through it. Now, I've seed water out onto a certing western lake what was so thick an’ heavy sometimes that wild ducks what lit onto it broke their legs hey couldn't get out of it |to save their lives, an’ whenever we seed them in this fix we'd go an’ grab them by the heads an’ pry them out with a oar.” “That must have been pretty thick, hard water,” I ventured to remark while the old man was clearing his throat. “Thick!” he said; “thick! Well, should say it was thick. Why, you could pick up a handful of it an’ throw it up like a ball an’ ketch it comin’ down, Why, I've seed fishes a-layin’ on top of it, tryin’ to take a sun-bath, an’ just when they was a-sun- nin’ theirselves nice an’ warm something would startle them, an’ they'd have to bur- rer like rabbits to get down under it. 1 have often stood at the stern of the boat an’ dug them up while they was a-tryin’ to es- cape.” “What! dig up water like dirt?” 1 asked in dismay. “Yes, dig up water like dirt,” he per- sisted.“ You could dig post-holes in that water, an’ the holes would stay there long enough to give you a show to build a dock. I remember once, when I was out in my flat-bottomed boat, a hard wind came up,’ an’ it was so hard that it began to make the boat move along, an’ wanted her to stand still, I hadn’t no anchor with me, so what | do you think I did?" “ {can't imagine,” I replied. | “Of course you can't, so I'll tell you.| I took a big nail out of my pocket an’ drove | it down through the bottom of the boat night about at the middle. Yes, sir; I nailed that boat right down to the water, an’ the first thing I knew the wind began a-blowin'| APPRECIATION EDITOR of the states-prison organ, avalanche of words, in which he speaks THE AUTOMOBILE IN 1] blamed thic THE PHILIPPINES. Americano mucha smart; Him make him owtobeel. No cara horse, no cara whip— Me tink him bueno feel, * Git out the way!" Si, seffor, si! Me vamoose mucha quick. Me scared all same infirma, All same lik mucha sick. mooneT v. came, A HARD-WATER YARN. her around, fer she was on a pivot, Rout an’ round | went, an’ never moved a inch fo: ward or backward, until I got so tired of that I had to pull the nail up an’ go ahea! While I was a-rattlin’ around, a fish that had pulled out of the water with a pair « tongs jumped out of the boat an’ landed o: his tail, an’ stood in that there position a-gaspin’ fer wind. By a most awful effort he flopped his tail out an’ turned a some:- sault, an’ landed right onto his tai Then, somehow or other, instead of gettir out of breath, he got his second wind, which is mighty uncommon fer a fish, fer I never knowed one to get it before; an’ he ran somersaultin’ away until the wind sort of flopped a wave over onto him, so’s he could swim. Then the wind got a-blowin’ h an’ higher an’ harder an’ harder, an’ all that tough water was blowed up into high waves, Just before it got a-blow- in’ so hard a flock of wild ducks lit on the water what was a-bein’ blowed into waves of all sizes. The next mornin’, when I went out, there wasn’t no wind anywheres around; but what do you think? The w: there, just a plowed up an’ was all full of furrer right along on top of the highest one them wild ducks was a-sittin’ like a lot of clothes- pins, laughin’ fit to kill theirselves, but sta- n’ unable to get off, an’ I just sent aniel out after them "”— y in the world could he s when the water was so thick and solid asked es Ss was all im a | Swim, swim?" repeated the old man contemptuously. “He didn’t swim at all he ran along on the water, an’ he had to stick his claws in to keep hisself from slip- pin’, an’ just then”. " Absalom!” shricked a feminine voice from within the shanty, “won't you never get through talkin’ an’ split them ki SP And Absalom excused himself, and | wandered back to the hotel to marvel at the wonders of the hard, thick water on which Absalom had also told me people used to spread the weekly wash to dry. AND SORROW. The Star of Hope, bursts forth in a glowing of the many wonders of the Pan-Am., and dwells poetically and philosophically on its varied beauties while sauntering among its shrines and temples, and not looking unwisely but too well upon the valuables the attached. He drifts in spirit over the Venetian lagoon, whose bosom dips and dimp! a spray of machine-made moonlight that would fool the oldest tomcat on the fence. 9 an imaginary gondola he discourses nocturne and sonata on the guitar of his flowery fancy with all the impassioned fervor that can be commanded on a diet whose choicest pearl is the fish-ball. His soul surges with a melody that is, so to speak, paced by the andante of the stone-hammer and the adagio of the sewing-machine. All of which fills his soul with a sorrow that broods and gnaws, and causes him to realize that, no matter how fine a eulogy he has pronounced upon the Fair, he cannot give the New York Cen- tral's frisky potentate an opportunity to feel the eighteen-karat rapture that is his when. in response to a request from the worthy, he hands out the mystic pasteboard that whirls the glad recipient to Buffalo in less time than it takes a woman to change het "gown or her mind. comicbooks.com