Judge, 1902-02-08 · page 8 of 20
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‘THE CLUB WAITER. HE club waiter glides with a smile on his lip, Although he gets never the ghost of a tip. He brushes the crumbs from the board with a will And dances and circles and cannot stand still. With turkey and chicken he glides on his way And spins on the end of his finger the tray, And capers and curvets while serving the pork, Or yanking kerplunk from the bottle the cork. Hurrah for the waiter! a petrel of grace ‘That flics like the wind for your mutton through space, And hammers Joy’s drum with a rubby-dub-dub— Hurrah for the waiter that waits at the club! ON THE HOTEL PIAZZA. The strange tiger (as the king of beasts passes)—" I hear he’s quite a literary lion.” The hyena—* Wa! ha! I should say he is. He hasn't had his mane cut in over a year. AT THE SALMAGUNDI CLUB. Hewitt—« \'m wedded to my ” Jewett— You'll have to commit bigamy to live.” HIS FUN RAL. Woozy Wittie—'' Lady, an unfortuc. man is goin’ ter hev a funeral! Could you contribute five cents :"* Aunt Sauty—"My poor man, here it is. When does the funeral take place Woozy Wittie—"In about t'ree seconds, mum. I'm goin’ inter * Jim's" hotel-bar an’ bury me f. ze in'a beer.”” AT THE COUNTRY CLUB. NOT IN A BOSTON CAFE. Casey—"'O''d lick ye fer tin cints."* “Yer a scab ter work so chapel!” Tiddler— W hat wrecked Hunter's automobile ?" rley —" His absent-mindedness. s following the hounds and tried to leap over a stone wall.” AT THE CLUB WINDOW. Staylate— Perhaps your father ob- jects to me on account of my shortcom- ings.” Miss Weary—" No; 1 think it’s be- cause of your long stayings.” AT THE UNION LEAGUE. GOBANGS wife a deaf-mute but he ys she is worth her weight in gold. “Perhaps it is her silence that is golden.” DECOLLETE. Wire—'' | would like to go to the Waldorf-Astoria, my dear; but I have nothing to wear.” Hussanp—" Then let's go to the opera. No one will notice the difference.”” comicbooks.com