Judge — October 25, 1902 — page 10: what you’re looking at

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[ SMOKE my pipe, Each note it sings And I suppose So sweet and soft That is a snipe Sends rings and rings Upon my nose And rings aloft That seems to hum Until I grin With all its soul And in my soul A lyric from Dream that my bin «La Perichole." Is full of coal. COMING TO THIS. THE baseball game being over, the manager gave a sig- nal, and large cages, similar to those used in a circus, were wheeled into the field. Into them, with much cursing and shoving, the play- ers were driven, After announcing that for a small additional entrance fee the audience might see the players fed and hear the umpire sing his death-song, the manager smiled, “There hasn't been any contract-jumping since I thought of this scheme.” FRIENDLY INFORMATION. +s fLOOL that I was!” shouts the hero as the calcium sputters in his face; “fool that I was to let him escape! Ere this he is miles away.” THEE, ISIGUACE. OF CLONER “ He can't be, mister!" cries Uncle Abner Sagback, rising from an orchestra chair. “Don't ye let ‘em Pa modanrrsiee ep neniion fool ye no longer. I seen him sneak out you have, Miss Daisy!" between them painted trees not five minutes ago, an’ they ain't a train out of town fer two hours yit. He ain't got away; an’ if ye-say so I'll go git the marshal.” * HER FATHER'S MAS'R. ECKY WHITE was a darkey washerwoman, and such an adept in her art that her patrons might be reckoned by the score. “I's ‘bout, wore out, Miss Mac,” she said to a customer one day ; *cayant keep on no longer. Whad wif de misery in mah bones an‘ de ache in mah haid, I's mos'daid. Doctor he say, * Becky, you's not fit ter work; you's got de mosquito rheumatism, shore."” “What did he say you had?" Cracking nuts while Uncle Jerry plays'the fiddle. ’ Thorne—« How about that oil stock you bought? Was it a good thing 2” Bramble—“ No; U was.” “Mosquito rheumatism, Miss Mac —dat's it.” From further description of her symptoms, Mrs. Mac concluded that the doctor had diagnosed her case as one of muscular rheumatism. Becky was very proud of her father, whom she always spoke of as a “shore-nuff slave,” whose master she described as a“ splendid man,” endowed with a wonderful knowledge of astronomy. Knew all "pout de stars, did mah father’s ole mas'r. Could tell ‘bout Jubiter Amon, an’ say dé name ob ebery ‘star in de milkman's way.” He had also—if Becky's information was to be trusted—an_ inti- mate acquaintance with all forms of bacteriologi- cal life, and she averred that “ ‘twas him dat fust foun’ out dat dere was i microscopes in po'k.” — a : = A STICKER. EXTRACT FROM A LADY TOURIST'S LETTER. CTE ee bic,fon aed Exrees This whipping) goings ii hurt me more than you.’ “Soctety here is not exclusive. | attended an Alpine coasting party yester- nigh captures us ‘Son—" Well, I guess you'll stick to that n't day, where comparative strangers were thrown together in the most Informal way."'s upon the fly. idea aslong as you the stick.” comicbooks.com