Judge — March 22, 1902 — page 4: what you’re looking at

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THE MODERN VIOLENT WARD. {A THIS," explained the keeper as he led the visitors in- to a wing of the Nuttyville in- sane-asylum, “is the violent ward. When a patient gets most of the bricks loose in his chimney we put him in here so he can knock around against padded walls until he has the rest of them loose.” The visitors were indeed impressed, Yells and all sorts of weird sounds filled the cor- ridors, and the babel of voices mingled such words as “ help “ murder !" " police !* blast!” “look out for the automobile !* and like terrifying ejaculations. They passed down the hallway and pausing before the first doorway, which was cov- ered with a heavy wire screen, they beheld a man with a wor- ried face standing in the centre JUDGE'S FAVORITES. of the room. He was talking, APROPOS OF MATCH-MAKING. CARRIE. OO MAR: continually talking. Some- Te Lavy marcu—"* Darling, some silly people say matches Fe : thing like this are made in a factory.” You are, in sooth, a histrionic nymph ‘Tue Gent matcu—" Sheer nonsense, dearest. We know they “That howling popularity pursues, “Three counters to the are made in heaven, don't we ?"" And, furthermore, you are the magic lymph left, madam, Third aisle up, That sends away to Jericho the blues. Unto the dopy dude you are a symph- ; Ony that knocks asunder all his views Hosiery? Second floor, first And makes him to himself with rapture say “Oh, Carrie, you are all the blooming pla; down two counters, lady. aisle in. front of store. Tin cups? Basement, As dear old Foxy Grandpa all the boys three aisles ‘And girls of tender years each day beguiles, lef of stair: You e’er beguile the grown-ups, for their joys Are due unto the sunshine of your smiles. way. Stove- Within your hands they're but as painted toys, lid lifter? And when they note your coy, elusive wiles ‘They shout. ‘Oh, Carrie. you're a superfine fF aisles Emulsion of the earthly and divin over, five counters to left" —and this line of talk came pouring from him incessantly “He used to be a floor-walker at Jacy’s dry - goods empo- rium,” said the keeper, Gets t now and then, when he nes some woman is coming up to him and asking him where she y tind Mary Kennedy, who has been working at some counter for three days.” The visitors moved on to the next cage. In this room there was a man who seemed to be doing some sort of a new acrobatic dance or fan SWELL PEOPLE. He would jump from one side of the room to the other and then ck again, casting fearful glances over his shoulder all the while. it before him and laughed in fiendish glee. Tearing it into shreds This man,” explained the keeper, “was a street-cleaner on Fifth he tossed all the pieces, save one, about him on the floor. The avenue and they had to ship him out here to the nut farm because he remaining piece he clutched in his fingers and mumbling «No! thinks he is continually no! no!” he would place it here and there on the many colors of the rug. “How sad!" ree ' » \ . (|) * Not no! no!” he would marked the visitors. : ; } \ cry and then he would And they passed on, . . pounce on another shred On the floor of the Be 4 | + and with it go through next room there was a \ , | the same performance. rug of many colors, e NS MARA e > y “Under what hal- Rolling about and writh. J F b } lucination does this man ing on it was a man f / S Ds C fH, live?" asked a_henevo- whose wasted body be. |g rE .: | ri lent old lady who carried tokened great sorrow aS a lorgnette. dodging automobiles, even in his sleep.” dl worry ‘ : his is a very sad Sow watch this Z Z ‘ ae ] if case,” replied the keeper fellow,” said the guide, iE A =A 4 4 : j f] sadly and with feeling. and taking from his af j “This man used to try pocket a handkerchief, ~ AY 7 YASS f ; / to match ribbons for his he tossed it tothe violent , " / wile : man let forth a piercing " Belshela aiel pie hie yell and fell upon it like ONE ON THE BURGLAR. i i a hungry animal on a Burctan—" What are you grinning about? You seem to think it's quite a joke to bo eyes. He was married gagged like that."” and he understood. shank of beef. He held ‘Sparcuien (in the sign language)—"* It's. I'm dumb, you lobster," FRANK CORBY VOORMIES comicbooks.com